Preferred Space

A commenter in a closed group who is NOT a fan of the Southeastern Conference (SEC) questioned, given the propensity of some SEC fans to flaunt their racism, how “people of color come to terms with wanting to put on those colors and rep that establishment.”

I felt compelled to remind him that racism is not confined to the south; that, especially in the last year, very few college campuses have escaped incidents of racial vandalism or assault, and that, given the emphasis America has put on education, I would expect the demographics of the marquee schools in the south to reflect their state’s population.

And that people of color attend and represent our state schools in the same way we put on the uniform of the U.S. military…in the same way we live in a land where white men have behaved badly for over 500 years…in the same way we live in the thirteen cities that kill black men at higher rates than the U.S. murder rate, or states that elect obvious racists to government offices.

Some protest the systems from the outside; some join in and fight for changes from within and some just try to survive. But we haven’t protested, fought and survived as a people only to allow the overt bigotry of others to stop us from existing in our preferred spaces.

And Roll Tide…

Inhale Space, Exhale Segregation…
Inhale Rights, Exhale Restriction…
Inhale Choice, Exhale Constriction…
Just Breathe

Reflections with Renita

Keep Dreaming

Our dreams are like babies. They need to be fed, nurtured, and protected in a safe environment to thrive. If they are not fed enough, or neglected too often, or exposed too early to a harsh world before they are sufficiently developed, our dreams die. And even though our bodies may continue to function, when our dreams die, we are less than alive.

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

“Harlem” by Langston Hughes

Inhale Dreams, Exhale Stagnation,
Inhale Inception, Exhale Restriction,
Inhale Conception, Exhale Destruction…
Just Breathe…