Life realized itself in me, the flower climbing from its seed through the darkness to sprout, for it hear you, my sunshine, calling.
I can’t recall a single thing before it, nor do I care to. Perhaps before you, nothing existed at all.
(my best friend)
It's easy to think that oppression is an oppressed-people-problem. It's not.
Let me tip you off to an element of the game that's been co-opting the movement for Black lives for centuries. It's called "interest convergence." Look it up, you're going to need to know what it mean
This is a centuries old Black-led movement - you finally reading “Me & White Supremacy” doesn’t qualify you to teach or lead a single thing.