The Violence of White Silence

The violence of white silence  Those words haunt me almost as much as the images and videos of innocent people being shot, beaten, arrested, and stripped of all humanity.  It haunts me because it makes me uncomfortable.  And it should.  Because my inherited skin color has allowed me to remain comfortable for 30 years. TheContinue reading “The Violence of White Silence”


I wrote these words hoping to post them with the above picture. I let perfectionism, pride, and fear stop me. Instead, I quickly wrote a short caption that pushed the depths of my feelings and thoughts to the side.

I can’t change that post. I can however, share those original words here; in a space with no word limit.