A couple weeks ago I was given two compliments that warmed my heart and troubled my soul at the same time.
Later that evening, I was chatting with another friend, mentioned how tired I was of summer, which of course prompted the suggestion that I move. Quoting Dexter from the Ruckus Society, I responded,
I’m living in ground zero for racism in America. Too much to be done here.
And among several lovely things that were said, was the comment,
When Sister Souljah grows up, she wants to be like you 🙂
This couldn’t be further from the truth, and not just because I had to Wiki her. Both these comments came from friends who each experience discrimination on ltwo different levels that I will never personally experience, so their positive feedback, particularly conaidering the relative oxymoron of “white allyship”, meant the world to me. But I’m no hero, and I’m certainly no Sistah Souljah. I’m just trying to be in right relationships with my black, brown, gold and rainbow brothers and sisters. While it’s always admiraable to do the right thing, and even more so in the face of resistance or even just against popular opinion, my witness is no great personal sacrifice, carries no inherent risk. Read more…
The title is a little misleading; while this was day one for many who stood on the side of love that day, my community has been living under SB1070 for two years this coming February… under 287(g). Please note that when I say my community, I don’t mean my county or even my city. I mean, MY NEIGHBORHOOD. The student body at my son’s high school is 71% Hispanic, 22% Black. 4% White, 2% Native American, and .6% Asian. When Sheriff Joe “Bull” Arpaio does an immigration sweep, it’s not in Scottsdale or Paradise Valley, it’s in neighborhoods like mine that are going to give him the biggest bang for his buck… the highest numbers of “suspected” illegal immigrants for his media whoring.
Unlike PurpleCrayon, friend and member of my church fam, I was neither shocked nor surprised by the show of force from the good Sheriff. It’s funny to me that the Sheriff’s Posse always seems to strike in the hours just before & after dawn or dusk, but there’s nary a Posse to be found in the wee hours of the morning as I lie in bed listing to what I hope is random, rather than intentional, gunfire. Don’t worry about those gangs of urban terrorists Joe… you go on and russle up some landscapers and day laborers instead, cowboy.
I have been trying for a couple days now to sort through everything that happened during the National Day of Non-Compliance and throughout the weekend. How do I summarize all that I witnessed, everything I felt? There are so many different facets that I’m struggling to organize them, and I’m starting to think this might be a multi post series. Read more…
But when it comes to signing marriage licenses, the Revs. Phyllis L. Hubbell and John P. Manwell say, “We don’t.”
Manwell and Hubbell support gay marriage, but in Virginia, only heterosexual couples can get a marriage license validating their legal status as spouses. That meant Manwell and Hubbell were able to sign licenses for some couples but not others. So they chose to sign none.
The protest, they said, is worth the inconvenience it will impose on heterosexuals they wed.
Those heterosexual couples will have to, in essence, get married a second time, most likely by a judge or civil official who can sign the license.
“For me, it’s a matter of conscience,” said Hubbell, the daughter and granddaughter of clergy. Read more…