On June 25, I said on Twitter that I wanted to write about all the things. Now it’s July 30 and I have no words.
I have all these topics in mind but don’t know where to begin: Race. Police killing blacks. Socioeconomic disparities. The Confederate flag. Free speech. White privilege. White supremacy. Work. Motherhood. Abortion. Racism in the DR. Being an outcast. 2015 being a crap year for me. And more. I’ll break this post up into a few parts so no one’s sitting here reading this blog post for the rest of their lives.
Race.
Rachel Dolezal: Two words that at one point amused me. While many black people were outraged at her blatant cultural appropriation, I was merely amused that she so desperately tried to pass herself off as black. Although, when faced with allegations that she was actually white, she stumbled over a response.
Dolezal’s identification as black resonated with me. In the end, she became a joke thanks to Maya Rudolph’s impersonation on Late Night with Seth Meyers. But for me, she represented identifying with a race that you don’t belong to.
I have written extensively about my experience with race on this blog.
This Journey Is My Own 