This thinking has been hard. And yet not as hard as it has been for many others. I am white. I live in a safe community. I have access to resources, education, money. I do not fear for the safety of my children. The hinges on which my life pivots are well-oiled. Rust-free. And they will likely remain that way whether I take action or do nothing.
I read a blog post written by someone I knew in college on the topic of activism. Her post inspired me to think about activism in a way that might be sustainable. She wrote about needing to find an activism that sits within our strengths and aligns with a practice that brings our lives value and maybe, even, joy.
It is a privilege, no doubt, to think about and shape activism this way, and it also got me thinking.
I am not a social media influencer, far from it. I enjoy capturing moments that make life happy on my Instagram feed, curated as those moments may be. Facebook is a place I left, for the most part, because I never felt good before, during, or after being there. I simply do not enjoy being seen or heard in a broad way. I never have. Much as I've found fault in myself over the years for not using my voice loudly enough or on the popular platforms, I've decided to do the radical thing and accept that steady part of myself.
Being seen and heard by a wide audience does bring value, and even joy, to many people though. It is sustainable for them because it is a strength. So let them do the work of justice in that lane.
For me, what brings value and sometimes even joy to my life is sitting with people in rooms where we talk about hard things and seek solutions. Rooms where we look each other in the eye and hear each others' stories. Rooms where we read and learn and make a plan for the next right thing. This space of shared breath* is where I'd like to continue to do my part in the pursuit of justice.
This realization about myself is framed by the knowledge that the road to those rooms has been paved by people marching and shouting on the streets and posting on social media; the work in their lane fuels the work in the lane I enter. And, I hope, vice versa. Sometimes it's not right for me to be in those rooms as a white person. That makes sense to me. And at other times those rooms need white people willing to educate other white people. I'm up for that challenge.
I've reached out to the places and spaces where I have influence and have asked to be put to work, again and forever, in the name of justice, representation, freedom, and prosperity for Black, Indigenous, and people of color. It is beyond time. It has always been time.
* Thanks a lot, Covid-19.