My dear Ezinne Ukoha
When I first read you, you frightened me. And I kept reading you. And you taught me.
When someone lives in the middle of privilege they can’t see privilege for what privilege is.
But I am a NICE person.
Why is she angry with ME?
If I could, I would trade places with her. I would TAKE that bullet…
They don’t see that just that choice right there is hellfire. They don’t see that YOU DONT WANT TO TRADE PLACES WITH THEM.
I know that because those are all things I have thought in my life — I was raised by someone who hated all people but POC most of all. I hated him, but that doesn’t mean that living under his roof and absorbing his philosophy by osmosis did not create something in me that was terribly difficult to exorcise.
But I have. And I never understood that the demon was only layer one of the stink of blood on my hands.
And reading you no longer frightens me. But I frighten me. And you taught me.
You have taught me SO. MUCH.
DO NOT EVER LET YOURSELF BE SILENCED.
Because you are being heard.