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Just a white girl working to end white supremacy. If you're a liberal and want to become an ally, this space is for you. The title of this blog is taken from the song "Juicy" by The Notorious B.I.G., which I recommend you listen to now.

1 in 3 Black and Native Children Live in Poverty

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September 24, 2017

As if to make my point, the Economic Policy Institute just published this article: One-third of Native American and African American children are (still) in poverty

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Political Correctness, Segregation, and Capitalism: An Explanation and Call to Action for Bewildered White Liberals PART 1

September 11, 2017

Borrowing from Michelle Alexander’s superlative book The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness, I will begin by saying that this essay is not for everyone. I write it mostly for fellow white liberals, specifically those who were dumbfounded when Trump won the presidential race, folks who feel that their country changed overnight. I write this for folks who want to help but have no idea what to do because they don't understand what happened. I will also say that I write it for those of us who have not been listening to Black voices, like Michelle Alexander, who wrote the New Jim Crow in 2010. There is a historical precedent for Black voices being ignored until white voices say the same thing. While I write this hoping to wake folks up, I hope part of that awakening will come with the profound understanding that Black people have been saying this since we brought them here in chains. This essay does not seek to explain the entirety of this incredibly compl...

Political Correctness, Segregation & Capitalism PART 5

September 29, 2017

Capitalism Not only were we isolated from and in denial of reality, we were busy working. Distraction is, perhaps, capitalism's greatest evil. We are too busy to notice other people, and if we can’t see, we can’t care. If we can’t care, we won’t act. Who had time to worry about people we couldn't see, people we didn't want to believe existed, when there was a mortgage to pay and the kids were dying their hair green and smoking pot? How could I focus on others when teenage angst was taking over and my number one priority was to move out of my parent's house? I needed money to do that, so I worked whenever I wasn’t in school. It didn't help that no one at school was addressing contemporary issues, which could have opened my eyes to the suffering around me. We focused on what seemed like ancient history: the Civil Rights Movement and the unique manifestation of midcentury racism. No one taught us about the structural, legal and institutionalized racism that was happe...