Recently I’ve sat in my discomfort, I’ve felt my feelings and searched my thoughts, and I don’t have the right words. I’ve watched the news and social media, listened, read, and discussed and still don’t have the right words.
As someone who’s been in an interracial relationship, I’ve learned that I can only acknowledge my partner’s experiences, listen to awful stories shared by him and friends, but I will never understand it. My white privilege gets in the way of me truly getting it. It hasn’t been my experience and it won’t be. But I am angry. I am frustrated. I am worried. I am outraged and I am sad for the people I love, for BIPOC in my community and for my clients. I see and hear trauma, pain, rage, and so much loss. We have to do better! We need to do better! Things have to change!
And so I paused. I listened and listened some more. I reflected on my blindspots and searched within myself. And I’m committed to continuing to grow, to research, to learn, to be compassionate. I want better for the community, for my clients, for my partner, our friends and our family. I know I will make mistakes in this lifelong journey and I am sorry for those I have already made.
I am sorry. I will do better.
Friends, I won’t always have the right words, and it’s not my words I want people to hear right now anyways. But I will try to use them to show up, support, do the work, speak out against racism and be an ally.
Black Lives Matter.
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