It’s been no fun attending, for I’ve had to take some deep breaths while watching the institutions I was told I could trust topple in front of me. While that’s necessary, it also sucks. Still, I’d rather deal with what is than some Disney fantasy, MK.

I wrote a story last night about Black women, and in it I noted how annoying it was to see all the happy dappy Kumbyah dancing together bullshit at major women’s business conferences and then everyone goes back to business as usual soon as they are off the airplanes.

You don’t owe explanations or apologies for anything. You have to speak truth. People make their own bed and their own choices. And about how White Feminists behave? That reminds me of a story I read, may have mentioned this to you, some years ago about apartheid. The ruling White class found out in a hurry that the fastest way to shut up an activist was to give him a decent home and a car. Suddenly he had something to protect, and the only way to protect that newfound comfort was to align and shut up. You can see the analogies across the board.

That’s why Boomers, with all their hippie sensibilities, ended up in the John Birch Society and marching in goose-stepping parades.

Long as I got mines, now I have to protect it against you getting yours. That is how we keep kicking this fucking can down the road. I am a fan of Black- only communities, keep the wealth within. You wrote about it before. You’re right, too. Keep writing, I’m reading, and staying open. Nobody promised us an easy ride, but I didn’t sign up for easy. I signed up for clarity. And in this, MK, clarity is power.