"Vulnerability, forgiveness and acceptance were privileges. She made the assumption of a white person: they were readily available to all like the fresh produce at the grocery store."
― Leanne Simpson, Islands of Decolonial Love: Stories & Songs
We’re all hunting around for acceptance, intimacy, connection and love, but we don’t know what those particular medicines even look like so we’re just hunting anyway with vague ideas from dreams and hope and intention, at the same time dragging around blockades full of reminders that being vulnerable has never ended well for any of us, not even one single time.
Second of all, the skillset you need to survive is not the same skillset you need to love and be loved. And while all those white mothers were holding their babies and stroking their heads and singing them songs, I’d like to say all our brown mamas were doing the same but they weren’t often afforded the luxury. Yes. Luxury. They were targeted and they knew we’d be targeted.