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Month: July 2016

In Dixie: A free verse poem

In Dixie Trayvon (Look away) Michael (Look away) Tamir (Look away) Sandra (#SayHerName) I found my voice living […]

The Armchair Commentary / July 22, 2016

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I’m so happy I caught this typo before I give this sermon on Sunday. I know that I don’t have the spiritual maturity not to laugh if I had seen it then.

Today my oldest (black coat) got to actually walk in our local MLK day march. She has always been in a stroller Nd would’ve been today, but one of her little friends’ mama asked me if they could march together. I had them hold hands so they wouldn’t get separated and I alternated between telling them to walk instead of straggling 50 feet behind the nearest person and practically running to keep up with them. You could tell that they thought they were SO big. It’s so important for us to make sure that our kids get to participate in this kind of stuff, ESPECIALLY when it’s their culture.

Don’t quote Dr. King on Monday and go right back to upholding white supremacy on Tuesday.

Going to present a workshop on Developing Racial Awareness and Sensitivity. Do need a speaker for an event or someone to do a workshop on race? Hit up my contact form at allyhenny.com.

The silver tray and candlesticks belonged to my husband’s grandmother. We also have another ornate bowl thingy that I didn’t put out this time. My mother-in-law was going through some things at the farmhouse and found several pieces. We got these and they went beautifully with our table setting.

This incident has come to my attention from Branson High School in Branson, Missouri. . The young lady in this video calls the young black man the n-word and proceeds to antagonize him. I heard that this young man was suspended also. But I cannot verify that account. . I don’t know what led to this display, and it doesn’t actually matter. That she could use this word so freely in the heat of whatever moment she’s having is a problem. . As a native Missourian, I know all too well how easily that word can roll of people’s tongues. She will probably talk about how she’s not racist because she has black friends and dates black boys. This is a particular type of violence that black kids in these predominantly white schools face. . Calling someone the n-word is seen as another form of name calling and it isn’t taken seriously. Kids might get a stern talking to...the school night even go through its anti-bullying protocol (which is often insufficient for this kind of incident), but it always ends the same. The aggressor gets a slap on the wrist and the victim gets a kick in the gut, stabbed in the back, and everything else. . If we really understood the power of this word, we would see if for the terrorism that it is and we would act accordingly. Being racist should be a costly endeavor; unfortunately, it’s the wrong people who end up paying.

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