When I heard the news that Senator Kamala Harris was presumed Democratic presidential nominee Joe Biden’s running mate yesterday, my heart caught in my throat. Not just for the future, but also for the past. I immediately imagined little Kamala, daughter of an Indian mother and a Jamaican father, riding on a bus across the Bay Area. I imagined her looking out the window at the idiosyncratic storefronts of our rag tag town, where locally owned businesses thrive, the Black Panthers were born, and hippies keep things pretty weird. I imagined her hopping down the steps of that bus as it finally pulled up in front of her school. That furrowed brow. Those old soul eyes.
Do you want a pat on the back for choosing to send your daughter to a school that Black & Brown families are forced to accept? I don't get the self-congratulatory tone. Also, Kamala has a lot to answer for to black & brown voters, your ability to treat it as an afterthought is a mark of privilege here. Also, George Floyd and Breonna Taylor were human beings. The value of their lives is independent if they are someone's son or daughter. That's the whole point of BLM. Really makes me wonder whether "now, more than ever before, White Americans get that."
Oh yes. Yes yes. And the person with the collarless shirt and tie? xxooxS
Let’s do this 💪🏼
You walk the walk, Courtney, and no one "talks" it more eloquently. Thanks.
I’m crying. Yes. Let’s do this. All of this.
Do you want a pat on the back for choosing to send your daughter to a school that Black & Brown families are forced to accept? I don't get the self-congratulatory tone. Also, Kamala has a lot to answer for to black & brown voters, your ability to treat it as an afterthought is a mark of privilege here. Also, George Floyd and Breonna Taylor were human beings. The value of their lives is independent if they are someone's son or daughter. That's the whole point of BLM. Really makes me wonder whether "now, more than ever before, White Americans get that."
What a precious blog! A deep bow of gratitude for your writing.
and that is holy...every little bit of it!