4:00am in Chiang Mai. A neighboring dog has been incessantly barking for the past hour.
It feels like the perfect metaphor for my mind. Because another looped alarm has been ringing since the day I left the US.
It was an interesting day to leave the country. June 27, 2015.
You might recognize it. The day after the historic Supreme Court ruling that established marriage equality in the United States.The same day our president stood before those grieving the loss of nine black churchgoers who fell victim to domestic terrorism.
It was a big week. As someone committed to creating a more socially just world, it was a week that made it feel counter-intuitive to be settling elsewhere when the country feels ripened for— and in desperate need of— social change.
I don’t believe in such dualities in terms of where one must be to engage in important work. Yet still, a question of responsibility remains ever present.
Increasingly present in fact, when, in the six weeks I’ve called Thailand home, at least five black women have died in police custody.
It is this that I want to speak to here.
Specifically, it is the responsibility of White America I’d like to address. Continue reading “Dear white friends”