Weathering and the Inherent Violence of Everyday Racism
“I don’t see color.”
This lie, told so casually by so many well-meaning white people, is not harmless. It is violence.
Existing in this country—showing up as my full self: a Black author, educator, and advocate—is a radical act. But I don’t wake up every day looking to be radical. I’m just trying to live my life. I want to move through the world with dignity, with kindness, with the same respect and ease afforded to white people every day—regardless of their class, income, education, or background. And yet, to be a Black person in America is political. It is resistance. It is risky.
