reading this book humbled me, flattened and floored me, moved me, stirred and struck and bothered me, got under my skin and broke my heart, made me cry and laugh and think deeply, and absolutely compelled me.
i have not lived the Black experience, but i can bear witness to the immense pain, the incredible injustices, the vast beauty, the vast uniqueness of it. i can amplify Black voices who tell of it, and listen to and learn from Black authors like these who wrap words around it. i can connect with the threads that bind us all together — threads like shame, and the feeling of belonging, and vulnerability — but i can know that to be Black is something set apart from how i’ve lived with my own privilege in my white skin. i can seek to truly listen and not just hear, to empathize, to be moved to not just love but action, but i can’t claim to ever understand. but i can, and i will, bear witness.
i will let my heart be broken for all that Black beloved children of God have experienced and endured or been undone by and suffered and survived or not survived, and i will not let that be the end, but another step toward more love, more action, more reconciliation, more listening and learning, more allying and advocating, more passing the mic and putting money where my mouth is, more better tomorrows and less history repeating.
i could go on, but i need to just urge you to read this one, and to listen to these stories, and to be moved by them, too. highly recommend listening on audio to hear their voices bring their words to life — i really can’t describe the power of it all.
needless to say, this was a ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ read.