Maybe my recent reading list will add color to the post below.
I’m looking at my white skin, and I am confused.
In the midst of thought-provoking, necessarily loaded, and well-spoken conversations about race, specifically racism as it prevails amidst white people and black people, and all of the differences that secure the chasm remains irreconcilable, jammed, and full of pithy, raging anger, I attempt to listen.
As a writer who strives to distinguish body image truth vs. body image perception, which roots itself in the objectification of the body, especially as it concerns women – our historical willingness to be subservient as a means to carry on the human race, our present pursuit to secure a place that allows our intelligence to balance our humanity, and our future dream, our daughters, who we hold high that they might see beyond what present feminism limits them to believe about their potential — I find that I am bemused. [Read more…] about How White Am I, Really?