Oh my, white supremacy has and continues to negativity impact my mind, body and dare I say soul. I was born in the mid-eighties and spent most of my life in the Midwest and it's so bad here especially compared to the south. I was exposed immediately despite my mother desperately trying to protect me from it although I was raised in a proBlk home by my mother. Some of my earliest memories where being called the N-word and harassed by whites with my having to get physical with them to maintain my dignity and pride (with my mother right there by my side). That said, I really didn't understand it, I mean REALLY understand it and just who pervasive and insidious it is, until I was in my twenties but it was also in my twenties when I made a conscious decision to actively fight against it. And like most ProBlk advocates/activists, it's hard on the person that's why there are so many coons and donothings in our communities. It's just way easier to turn away, ignore (even when it's affecting you and your people every damn day) than to actively fight it. I could go on in on but I don't have the time. But I will say that I'm so happy for this place, the family here and to Brother
Jay for the work he's doing by creating this place where we can come together. I'll always be greatful:)