This Week's Opening Thought: February 26, 2024

This week's (late) opening thought: I wish I could tell you that the world we live in is inherently kind, loving, and affirming, but it's not. We live in a world where countless genocides are happening. We live in a world where trans bathroom bills are killing our Indigenous youth. We live in a world that is constantly seeking out new ways to harm, silence, and dehumanize those with melanin in their skin. If you even have a modicum of empathy and humanity in your soul, I'm sure your body and brain are heavy right now.

I get it because I feel it, too.

It currently feels like a massive undertaking to live, love, and hope. To hope for a better today. To believe in a better tomorrow.

So, I wish I could tell you that our world is inherently kind, loving, and affirming, but it's not.

But that doesn't mean we can't continue striving for it to be so.

There's still love and joy in the world. There's still kindness and humanity. There's still wonder and beauty. It's still there even if it feels like we've got to dig for it, like loose change between seat cushions. No matter what, no matter how daunting it all feels, we must keep diggin' between those seat cushions. We owe it to ourselves, future generations, and our ancestors to embrace love, joy, and hope. We can't be energized and ready to continue fighting without allowing our brains and bodies to live, love, breathe, and hope. So, keep diggin' between those couch cushions and hit the corner store with that loose change.

You deserve some Cheetos and a quarter water before hoppin' back into the fray.

We all do.

This Week's Opening Thought: February 19, 2024

This week's opening thought: Me watching people of pallor get enraged over Beyonce making country music:

Who wants to tell 'em who they can thank for country music even existing? Does anybody wanna tell 'em how country music rhythms, structures, instrumentation, and storytelling are all rooted in African hymnals and folktales? Please, somebody, tell 'em so I can watch them stimmer, stammer, get overwhelmed, and explode like a Power Rangers monster! 😂

I swear people of pallor seem to adore claiming ownership of things they didn't create but decided were theirs to own, only to get indignant when those who created their new "property" choose to update the leasing agreement.

It's hilarious to me that most of y'all can't get your head around how many of the things you love and claim ownership over only exist because of Black, Brown, Indigenous, and melanated communities. That includes the music you believe is the "voice of your people." Five minutes ago, Beyonce was your "spirit animal" (put a pin in that, 'cause we're gonna talk about that soon). As soon as she announced she was making country music? All your mediocre insecurities came pouring out because you know deep down in your loins that she's about to show y'all how it's done, and your fragility can't take it. Suddenly, millions of people of pallor are country music experts! Would you look at that? How precious! 🤣 That Black ownership got y'all armchair quarterbackin'! But the problem with armchair quarterbackin' is that you often know little to nothing of what you act like you're an expert on. This is another one of those moments.

I'll add it to y'all's tab.

This visible lack of education rooted in racism on y'all's part isn't always laughable, so when it is, I allow myself a nice, hearty chuckle.

I might even allow myself a dosey-doe, too.

Do better.

[Video description: an clip of the late comedian Charlie Murphy bursting into a fit of hysterical laughter. Other Black men are nearby, joining in on the hilarious outburst.]

This Week's Opening Thought: February 12, 2024

This week's opening thought: It will always amuse me that every February, I get an influx of people of pallor sending me emails and DMs looking for free teaching moments. It doesn't surprise me. I get emails and DMs like this from people of pallor 365 days a year, seeking free emotional labor or seeking to use me like a search engine. But there's something about how people of pallor try to turn on the charm during Black History Month to get free labor from Black bodies that borders on comical while being reminiscent of everything their ancestors have done to Black bodies for centuries (and that many of them still perpetuate).

The compliments are more flowery.

The praise of my work sounds like they ran it through Grammarly for a tone check.

They almost always start their messages with a brief blurb, letting me know they've been following me for years and appreciate my work.

The things they ask me for oscillate between seeking justification for their actions, some form of forgiveness for what they've said or done to Black bodies, or information they could find themselves if they decided to shift even 50% of the energy they used to message me into doing something themselves.

And, of course, they never offer financial compensation of any kind.

But there's a bonus portion they tend to add to their messages in February: they acknowledge everything mentioned above.

People of pallor will send me messages every February admitting that they know they're asking me to do emotional support work, assuage their guilt for being white supremacists, or do all the research they should be doing to continue their learning for them, yet still ask me to do it and expect it all for free. Some even go so far as to acknowledge that they know they should pay me but hope I'm willing to share myself with them regardless.

Face? Meet palm.

I love the celebration that is Black History Month, but I can't wait until March 1st comes around so y'all can go back to your regularly scheduled white supremacy and anti-Blackness. I don't love any part of that sh-- either, but at least it's better than 28-29 days of faux niceties steeped in "plantation master" histrionics and pack mule load-bearing expectations.

This Week's Opening Thought: January 8, 2024

Image description: A picture of a Nintendo Wii video game console jutting from the top of a cardboard box. The box has the words "this together" scrawled on one panel in black marker. The image is preceded by the phrase, "My brain when people of pallor in leadership roles are like, "We are in this together!"

This week's opening thought for people of pallor in leadership roles: No, we are not "in this together." No matter what you say or how you say it, you will not sway me into believing that when it comes to equity, active anti-racism, anti-oppression, and dismantling white supremacy, we are "in this together." We cannot be "in this together" because we do not share the same stakes and potential consequences while "in this."

Your life isn't at stake. Your livelihood and career aren't at stake. Your safety on multiple levels is not at stake. And all that is something that so many "well-meaning" un-melanated professionals with power and positionality in organizations don't want to digest and understand.

You can't be my ally, accomplice, homey, advocate, friend, acquaintance, or nothing without being willing to legitimately understand and acknowledge that we are "in this together" while on two separate train tracks of your ancestor's creation going in the same direction. Most of y'all prefer the tracks to be running adjacent to one another because y'all ain't ready to build a track connector to come over to our track and learn, unlearn, and unpack your indoctrination into white supremacist ideology. You want to be able to occasionally look over from your train car to watch the trauma unfold, then pull your shade down and continue enjoying the ride. You only want to know of our pain enough to say that you know on the most surface levels.

Hit me up when you're ready and willing to be "in this together" beyond a sentence that sounds nice coming out of your mouth that strokes your indoctrination into the good/bad binary.

Until you do right by me, may you suck at Mario Kart 'til infinity and beyond.

[Image description: A picture of a Nintendo Wii video game console jutting from the top of a cardboard box. The box has the words "this together" scrawled on one panel in black marker. The image is preceded by the phrase, "My brain when people of pallor in leadership roles are like, "We are in this together!"]

This Week's Opening Thought: January 1, 2024

Image description: An image of the Dateline NBC logo imposed in front of a NYC backdrop.

This year’s opening thought: Happy New Year to those of you who are lifelong learners who understand racism, oppression, hate, colonialism, white supremacy, and genocide are complicated but not complicated enough to not condemn them openly and publicly. May the next 364 days be full of blessings, opportunities, and knowledge that allow you to grow while ensuring you don't end up on an episode of Dateline or 48 Hours Mystery. As for the rest of y'all?

Your sister-in-law looks like she's not with your sibling for the right reasons.

Just sayin’.

[Image description: An image of the Dateline NBC logo imposed in front of a NYC backdrop.]