I have privilege as a white person because I can do all of these things without thinking twice:
I can go birding in the Park (#ChristianCooper)
I can go jogging (#AmaudArbery)
I can relax in the comfort of my own home (#BothemSean and #AtatianaJefferson)
I can ask for help after being in a car crash (#JonathanFerrell and #RenishaMcBride)
I can have a cellphone (#StephonClark)
I can leave a party to get to safety (#JordanEdwards)
I can play loud music (#JordanDavis)
I can sell CDs (#AltonSterling)
I can sleep (#AiyanaJones)
I can walk from the corner store (#MikeBrown)
I can play cops and robbers (#TamirRice)
I can go to church (#Charleston9)
I can walk home with Skittles (#TrayvonMartin)
I can hold a hair brush while leaving my own bachelor party (#SeanBell)
I can party on New Years (#OscarGrant)
I can get a normal traffic ticket (#SandraBland)
I can lawfully carry a weapon (#PhilandoCastile)
I can break down on a public road with car problems (#CoreyJones)
I can shop at Walmart (#JohnCrawford)
I can have a disabled vehicle (#TerrenceCrutcher)
I can read a book in my own car (#KeithScott)
I can be a 10yr old walking with our grandfather (#CliffordGlover)
I can decorate for a party (#ClaudeReese)
I can ask a cop a question (#RandyEvans)
I can cash a check in peace (#YvonneSmallwood)
I can take out my wallet (#AmadouDiallo)
I can run (#WalterScott)
I can breathe (#EricGarner)
I can live (#FreddieGray)
Most of all... I CAN BE ARRESTED WITHOUT THE FEAR OF BEING MURDERED! (#GeorgeFloyd)
White privilege is very real. If that offends you, then you are apart of the problem. White people, we need to do better. Take a minute to consider a Black person’s experience today.
Finding words to say in such a sad time in this world is so difficult. It doesn’t matter what you say because someone, somewhere is either going to agree or disagree with it. Maybe that’s something we all need to understand. What is right in your mind might be wrong to someone else. Arguing about someone’s personal opinion is only dragging the division in our world out more. My heart is in absolute agony over the death of George Floyd.
My heart hurts for the men and women who face this type of fear every single day because of the color of their skin. This stops with ME. We all have skin and we are all created equally. Please know I stand with you even though I will never understand the fear or anything you have ever gone through. Your feelings on this topic are valid and they are heard. Your life matters just as much as anyone else in this world. #GeorgeFloyd #ItEndsWithMe
You woke up to the sound of your alarm. On any other day you would have angrily smacked your phone until you managed to hit snooze, but today was different. Today you had a big meeting with Universal and although you had no clue what it would entail, you were excited about it nonetheless. After turning off your alarm, you rolled over to see your girlfriend Irene still asleep. Your eyes wandered over the features of her face, then her neck and then to her chest which was rising and falling at a slow rate. How peaceful, you thought.
Getting up slowly and carefully not to wake her up, you made your way to the bathroom. You stripped down and got into the shower. The water was hot enough to make the surrounding glass walls fog up, as well as the mirror across the room. You loved the shower, especially when the water was scorching hot. It wasn’t good for your hair, but you didn’t care. After shampooing and putting conditioner in to let sit, you started to wash the rest of your body. You quickly finished up and as soon as you were about to get out of the shower you felt two hands wrap around your stomach. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. You could recognize the smell of her perfume from a mile away.
Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.
A/N: Hey loves, sorry it took a while. Writing Natasha comes easy to me. The truth is I finished the first draft of this, weeks ago but something about it just doesn’t sit right with me. I searched for it for weeks but ultimately decided to trash the whole thing and start again. I didn’t mean it to come to 4k words but apparently, it’s fun writing Carol too.
This is the last POV I’m writing for Ithaca. Next chapter we go back to you, dear Reader. I hope you like this, please let me know what you think of it. xx
PS. If there are any grammatical mistakes I’ve still overlooked, I apologize.