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Erica Noelle's avatar

This feels like a tension that I often grapple with . My well meaning white friends. Happy that they have decided to join the party, sometimes frustrated that they didn't bring a casserole dish with them.

This means whatever dish I made is the one that gets served to everyone. Even though my "dish" ties directly to my experience as a Black woman. And it better not be too spicy for them!! Must water it down to adapt to their palates.

Sometimes I feel like an exotic restaurant where people can come, say that ate some really cool exotic food , and then brag about it to their friends.

Such a strange feeling. We are the ones that are harmed, yet must water ourselves down to make reality swallowable enough for others . . .

Khalia Ii, PhD's avatar

What wisdom to know oneself! Love this reflection and how it speaks to our humanness.

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