The fact people honestly tweeted #NotMyAriel highlights a racist issue with our media.
In a way that almost feels cruel, I find myself thanking God that he didn’t give me a boy.
It is a privilege to be with him and to have him in my life.
For many non-melanated folks, admiring black culture is easy. Loving and caring for black people, not so much.
I get teary-eyed at the thought of explaining racism to her.
I knew there was still a culture of fear surrounding black people, but this was the first time I had experienced a person scared of black people.
My friend keeps trying to deflect the conversation. The bartender ignores the obvious hints. He calls me a “yellow girl”.
I can’t help but feel society doesn’t want me to have a positive relationship with sex.
I will have to tell him that there are people who don’t see him as human.
More than ever, we need to support each other now.
When will we stop letting fear-based hatred teint our society?
If we don’t call ourselves victims, they can deny it was a crime.
No one’s going to crying Holtzclaw a river any time soon.
Because we should steer people in the ‘white’ direction.