White supremacy is adept at quiet infiltration; appearing absent even as it pulls the strings. Our clarity is it’s greatest threat. With clarity we can exercise discernment. With discernment we can learn to trust ourselves. Arriving fiercely in our power; to give voice to what we know: We deserve worlds better than the one that’s been built. And indeed we have the power; to tear down what harms us. And indeed we have the power; to rebuild.
I keep coming home to the fact that we aren’t alone. That our truths, our actions, our dreams, are carried on the waves of those who came before us. I keep coming home to the love in my heart and the fire it wields. I keep coming home to the voice of my spirit, the call of my Ancestors, the love that is life. I keep coming home to the fact that our power exists entirely in and of us.
Trigger Warning: Reference to Assault. The last few weeks have been a nonstop avalanche of triggers and trauma. This is a lot to hold - it’s a lot to witness, and it’s a lot to contend with. I keep coming back to the invisibility of it all. The act of assault renders one invisible and that harm is reactivated by a culture that insists on not seeing any of this. A culture that embraces erasing, minimizing, and denying the pervasiveness of it all.