Twitter is chock-full with comments by many people whose work I read (anti-racist writers) discussing the false claims of allyship which too frequently descends into such toxicity. These exchanges have caused me to be far more mindful of what I say and when, and most particularly, why. Allyship is steeped in action, often painful, often self-reflection, and unrelentingly so. It is often no damned fun, for it takes deep personal work. That said no matter what I do there will be missteps. As Sharon Hurley Hall writes, we have to be mindful that centuries of broken trust have led to those of color watching us carefully. All too often a single misstep is simply the first layer to peel back of how someone really operates, and to see how thin the veneer of allyship sits on a cauldron of hate and self-righteousness.