I was going through my old blog posts and noticed a big shift starting last summer. Not only did I dramatically change topics, from granola and chickens to the social construction of "race," but I picked up quite a few more readers along the way. Not that granola and chickens aren't interesting.
I think the major change was my level of passion. And by passion, I may mean that I got angry. Really angry. See, there was this blog post. This "look-mom-I-went-to-the-library" blog post. I was excited. I was motivated.
And White people attacked me. People I knew. People I cared about. They said that racism wasn't real. They said, if racism did exist it was because people like me went to grad school and got brainwashed. If I could just stop reading about it, it would all go away. I actually lost friends over this first post.
But then there were other friends who were intrigued. Specifically, one friend, a Black woman, asked me to write about what I was reading. She wanted to know more. So I kept writing, clunky at first, figuring things out as I went along. It was dry. But I was learning.
I have stopped being so shocked and hurt about that initial reaction. I am better at seeing through the rhetoric. I don't get confused when people go all "colorblind" on me. I try to remember the positive dialogues that have happened, the encouragement along the way. I'm still angry, but I have more compassion.
So I've come a long way. I have a long way to go. And we have new chickens.
My question for my readers: What would you like to see more of? Do you have questions about my journey, urban education, anti-racism, or anything else? Let me know!