I resonate with the idea that there are two primary forces in this world - fear and love. But I take issue with the fact that this idea doesn’t hold space for complexity. It doesn’t speak to power imbalances and oppression, micro-aggressions and systemic harm. It doesn’t speak to the status quo and the people who perpetuate it. You can feel their fear — but fear itself does not explain their actions.
White supremacy is a lie. It’s entire existence relies on the belief of itself. White supremacy relies on white people hating, distrusting and dismissing us so much that you fail to notice that the act of doing so has given you nothing. You remain without peace or true prosperity. You are no more safe than the rest of us. Not really. You may not be gunned down in your own apartment but the destruction of the Earth, of the Earth’s resources, of the humanity within you — leaves you without safety and security, too.
There are moments where my clarity is brilliant. Where who I am, and what I’m here to do, shines through so undeniably that I have no choice but to take action, and step forward, and keep moving with overwhelming optimism. And there are moments where confusion finds me. Where insecurity finds me. Where doubts find me. Where other people’s projections find me. Where the space between visions and present realities find me.