We can’t talk about belonging without looking at racism and how we’ve been a part of it.
I’m going to fumble my way through this post, and probably ruffle some feathers, but so be it.
I read 20 pages into Morgan Jerkins book today while my boy napped, and I was uncomfortable with the unknown. I’m reading a story I know nothing about, being a black woman in America, but am ready to listen.
White women, I challenge you to stop reading books written by other white women for a bit — for a while.
Like, I recently started to read Brene Brown’s book, Braving the Wilderness. Honestly, it felt pretty ridiculous to read. I don’t want to bash Brene Brown, but theres got to be someone else to learn about belonging, vulnerability & strength from, too. Like Morgan Jerkins, for instance.
I’m ready to absorb and honor the wisdom and experiences of women who don’t look like me, who haven’t been given the top slot on the ny times reading list over and over. I’m ready to be uncomfortable for a bit, for a while.
Are you ready?