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Thoughts from June 2020 //
[Dallas Elite June 2017] I’ve been reluctant to share during all this because I want to leave the space for those who are much more educated than I am to fill the world with perspectives that give us more insight on how we should be dismantling injustice. But I feel like it’s also important to share a few pieces of stories about the strong black women in my life that have been pivotal symbols of what it looks like to rise together in love for the things that matter. They may or may not see the magnitude of they’re pursuits from eyes of young girls like I was but watching women work HARD from the sidelines growing up sparked a fire in me. I wanted to be like them. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to be resilient. I wanted to be a dependable teammate/ friend. I wanted to be proud of my identity. I wanted to be part of something bigger than myself.....
It was fun to tell kids at school that my mom played football. But I don’t think I truly understood the tension of the situation...nor will I ever truly get it. I went to school in a uniform surrounded by the results of white privilege and then watched my mom run with a team of beautifully strong women that caused conservative starbucks christians to raise an eyebrow. Through this wild time, I’ve been thinking about those women and their families. How they acknowledged the prejudices and judgements and pursued a passion that brought about a deep sense of camaraderie. My hope/ prayer is that our country can continue to come together in a similar way...to come together in love and honor.
My brother made a good point in his instagram post when he said, “In 100 years, none of us will be here and our children will be the ones defining the culture - let’s make sure they know what’s true and good.” It starts in our homes. To teach future generations that every person is made in the image of God. The future of our nations depends on it. I acknowledge that I won’t ever understand what our black brothers and sisters have been through. But I do stand with you. Enough is enough.
