I've been having a lot of odd interactions with the white mamas on my street of late. I feel silenced in that speaking to them about even a modicum of what they're doing would involve inviting them to conscientize themselves in ways that would only mean more work for me.
sigh...
I'm finding it difficult...no - enfuriating to engage with white mothers who use their white privileged values, experiences and histories as a filter through which to engage with my mothering, my children and my family building choices. These wimmin don't have the faintest clue. Methinks, they really should keep their opinions and attitudes and narrowness to themselves.
I really, really like the book this movie came from. It was textured, brilliant and site specific.
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I'm trying to remember when I first read Beloved. It was in 89 or 90, probably. My head & heart exploded, quite messily.
About engaging with white mothers, your be-ing (without necessarily engaging with us) gives some of us what we need to become conscious. Your radical be-ing does that, elegantly.
Have I ever thanked you?
Thank you, Dark Daughta. ♥
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