As our first stop on the Youth Theological Initiative “Praying With Our Feet” Travel Seminar, Dexter Avenue Baptist Church, the only church where Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. pastored, became a monumental part of our experience, for reasons no one quite expected.
Four black attackers had violated a white boy and were so proud as to post a video on Facebook Live. Our insufficient response they considered confirmation of a sort of “racism, but in reverse.” That got me thinking about racism and what it would look like in reverse, if that is even is possible.
Chris did not deserve the persecution of the people around him. He did not deserve to be pushed to his brink.
Hearing that refugees fleeing terrorism will be denied entry to the United States because they call themselves Muslim, angers me — to say the least. If racism and xenophobia are unfounded weapons President Trump plans to use to bat away terrorism, or at the very least people’s fear of the Other, then we will respond with protest and resistance, with colorful hijabs and Arabic that rolls off the tongue.
My family and I began the 10-hour drive to attend the Women’s March on Washington at 2 a.m. The day we arrived in Washington D.C. was the same day Donald Trump was sworn into office.
Over pancakes at IHOP, my dad expressed that my mom used to sport a “Nautica white, with blue and yellow color blocks, short-sleeve polo,” which epitomizes my style. I often remark that my parents should have kept their non-existent children in mind before they did away with their apparel from their adolescence.
Today I had the pleasure of attending one of the most uplifting events I’ve ever been to in my life. This was the Atlanta March for Social Justice & Women.
I like to compare Obama’s presidency with how my mom takes care of me and my siblings. Theoretically, the rest of the nation would be my siblings. Obama nurtured and looked after America, just as my mom nurtures and looks after me.
My skin is darker and my hair is unrulier. But just because my reality isn’t being reblogged on Instagram doesn’t mean it’s not good enough. … I don’t need a hashtag to tell me my worth and nor do you, dear friends.
“Hidden Figures” is a testimony to the struggle of women of color and how important it is to have a strong support system behind you every step of the way.