I refuse to read the news, I refuse to shop. I refuse to engage or entertain whiteness. These are pretty severe stances, I know. It means thinking seriously about the information I consume as well as the food I eat and how I clothe myself and maintain my home and the people with whom I interact.
But I want to think about the hell that is intended for Black people and immigrants and other Others.
I want to see it clearly.
And I want to work on something else. I want to feel the land and the air and the sea. I want to feel the sun on my face and revel in the moonlight. I want to feel my own health and strength, the inner contours of my own mind.