Profound words from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and it makes me reflect on my own seeming silence. Not only on issues of race but on life in general.
I think the real question to ask is who are friends are and less about how silent they are. I must admit that the very term “friend” is overused today, in a casual Facebook/ Twitter/ Instagram/ need-to-prevent-Trump-access way.
But why have I been quiet if not totally silent? Frankly, it is a case of cabin fever brought on by Covid-19 and fatigue brought on from years of speaking out and having people not listen.
Bottom line, I am tired the expectation that, because I am a Black woman, I must live the life of an oppressed person. I know who my friends are, white and BIPoC.
They have not been silent.
Nor will I be.