…own to my friend. Her choice was a lazy though-process because she believes it’s the simple choice. She chose to live where she lived because she valued Whiteness more than she valued her Blackness and would deal with microaggressions and intentional exclusion for a good education and a nice home value. I asked her if she believed she was providing her children a White education.
I'll bet that was one very hard pill to swallow. This piece reminded me of earlier pieces where you point out, with good reason, that Black communities LEFT ALONE and not subjected to enforced segregation thrive. AND when they do, Tulsa. God help us Black folks might demonstrate that they don't need White saviors. And can run businesses and banks and make money without Papa White man. I am sorry she doesn't see what she's doing.
A few years ago my long time gay neighbors got married. I wasn't invited. That hurt. I got over it. People choose what they choose, and I can choose to be offended. This of course is different but it still speaks to how we can choose to see being stiffed. I was still happy for them they could get married. That they had a line in the sand was their choice. We were still friends.