A brief reflection this morning after finishing Ta-Nehisi
Coates book, Between the World and Me:
I have not realized the depth of the
darkness of my “white” privilege. I am
humbled and in awe of the backs upon which this privilege pretends to
rest. This “white privilege” does not rest at
all, rather it sits in reflective and abject terror because it knows, whether consciously
or not, that it is doomed. It is doomed
in its karma. The drum beats are clear
and have been from the beginning of this struggling nation, maybe from the beginning
of “time” itself. The procession of
idolitry and dreams march on but all of them, without exception, fail, crumbling upon the
alter of the truth, the great and inexpressible truth. This truth, we know, including the faith-based and the atheist and every position professed - - we
know that somehow this truth is connected to whatever the word Love means,
underneath, behind, and above its inherent weakness as a word. I bow in tears, before the futility of writing to accomplish anything at all. Yet write I must. And in between the words appearing on this
screen, I must live. I must be. I must trust. I must love. For I am life and
life is all connected, all laid out to be cherished and absorbed; the vast cacophony
of voices, from slavery to privilege, all in fear of physical loss of body and
possessions. LOVE, with all its glorious
depth and meaning, eternally calls for us to rise from fear and stand above all the “dream”
divisions.
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