this is privilege

There was a time that i thought i knew what the hell i was talking about.. i knew so well that my ears were closed and my mouth was open. that old saying.. we have one mouth and 2 ears. I’m listening now.. to so much. my body, my pain, my.. my.. my.. that is privilege. so many examples, so much chaos. my heritage allows, the color of my skin allows, giving birth to more white babies allows…. I am a woman.. so Im second.. although white, Truth, I look around at my Tribe and all I see is white. second, but yet first. How could I even attempt… Venturing out into a next layer of friends.. I come up with 3 humans that are second just through gender, although 3rd due to the color of their skin. and the next layer.. although this one more diverse including firsts and seconds.. I start to land on strictly on gender and the color of skin.. truthfully, not a very diverse community, not enough to understand, not enough to put myself in their shoes. not enough to understand….

This is the hard work folks.. look around.

Now really look around. Have we asked? have we dug in..

Because I have just as much as a perception of what it is like to not be white as another has a perception of being white.

talk…. ask the hard stuff….i’m gonna start with those that look like me. Do we watch the history channel? Do we know the different between Martin Luther King Sr. and Jr. Do the innermost circle of friends care about the kids at the border wall and their plight? and do we understand that The Koran is not a book of death, but a book of Life to many?

This is the hard work… Look around.

Now really look around again. How much do we know? I am scared.

Scared to understand, equality is not just something we wake up one day and it has happened….

This white woman is ready, to take a knee.