one little hug

I am slightly less touch deprived than I was yesterday because Katie gave me a hug when she came by on Sunday. Alex didn’t want to visit, but I got that photo…

Weather is horrible for May. We’re getting a summer that wasn’t, our first in about ten years.

My racism, inherent in not wanting to get lumped in with all other white people, still exists because based on my life and works I’ve been an ally for about 4.5 seconds. My moral disgust with whiteness takes the form of mild inconvenience, not an ongoing threat to my life.

I want to avoid the dangers inherent in ‘being a white person working on my anti-Blackness’ but as far as I can determine, the biggest one has always been becoming too numb to support anti-racism with daily, concrete, considered and faithful action.