Confession of a Bleeding-Heart, Utterly Useless White Ally
I’ve started and stopped writing my desperate, helpless thoughts on America’s Goddamned Problem with Black People a handful of times these last few months. Because what can I say? I’m a middle class white woman. My words are low on the priority list of what people need to hear right now. So I’ve been listening a lot. Chiming in only with support. Sharing Facebook posts of my black friends and retweeting the words of black thinkers so that anyone who might listen to my privileged voice might hear instead the voices of the choking, the gasping, the righteously fucking furious.
And yet there comes a point where as an ally, a friend, a Jesus follower, I feel compelled not to remain silent forever.
Please join me for my final post at A Deeper Story.