Get your shovels, we’re digging deep.
We see a lot of “-ism”s in our precious, American culture these days. What I recently learned is that they are, when left unchecked, all different names for the same, singular “-ism.”
Racism, sexism, ageism, anti-semitism, anti-racism, tribalism, these are all synonyms for the…
Compassion is a word that shows up in my thoughts, reading, and conversations a lot lately.
It’s usually tied to its best bud: empathy. My recent pondering and discussion have made me realize that my personal grasp of the concept hasn’t been quite whole.
When learning the art of compassion…
Driving to the doctor this morning for a routine physical. The new tires I just put on my car worked wonderfully in the snow. Listening to “Practicing the Power of Now” by Eckhart Tolle.
I felt like one of those losers in the movies. The lame adults trying to figure…
Over the past year or so, I’ve been learning to see myself as a white person rather than “just a person, like everybody else.”
That has involved reckoning with things like this picture and struggling to understand the concept of cultural appropriation. …
After a family trip to the beach, I, and those I’m related to, have been on the receiving end of comments like this:
“You’re so tan! You’re like, Black!”
How to unpack this… I could write an essay about cultural appropriation, but that would probably fall on deaf…
Let’s start with the highly credible, yet painfully accurate Urban Dictionary definition.
“Black guy: Black Power!
White guy: White Power!
Surely not all white people are racist… right?
So where are all the good, well-intentioned, “anti-racist” white people?
Hiding from “white power.”
How do I…
I’ve been noticing my white peers get criticized for centering their feelings when the topic of discussion is racism. Critical terms like “white tears” or “white guilt” come to mind.
Here’s the thing, though. White people have feelings, too. …
He is survived now by Former President Barack Obama and my wavering belief that racism doesn’t exist in the US anymore.
It’s been over three years, which stage of grief are you in?
In the spirit of full disclosure, I’m a white millennial man from a white suburban area. I…
I was hit with it when I’d claim I was too full to finish my dinner, or if I’d refuse to eat my veggies. This was when I was young, of course. Maybe 8 or 9.
A couple decades later and I’m contemplating what kind of a message I received…