Racism 101: Are you a Racist?

I couldn’t write the previous post without also writing this one.

In addition to the ten people who decided that my shoulders were broad enough to carry their load so they could dance while I crawled, I got a large amount of mail from people who wanted to say something kind. People who asked if I was okay. People who wanted to give me words of encouragement. I am happy to say that this group of people far outweighed the ten. Like the ten, many of them were people who’d never talked to me before. People who saw what was happening and although they hadn’t said anything to me before, felt that they wanted to say something kind.

I thank you.

I want you to know that every time something happens, every time I think about ending this blog, you’re the reason that I stay.

I consider myself to be beyond lucky in the amazing followers department. There are several people who will show up, out of the blue, in my fan mail just to say hello. I consider it a gift that on a day when nothing exciting is going on, I’ll get a message from someone that says, “I just want you to know that I love your blog.” I’m sure this is fairly minor to the person writing but for me, it means the world. I’m happy to say that this is not a rare occurrence.  

To the people who send kind messages for no good reason, to the people who engage in conversation (No matter how ridiculous) to those who read something they like and reblog/save it, I thank you. I appreciate you. Some of you make it real hard for a muthertrucker to leave this place! I also want to thank those that do none of those things but also don’t start trouble. Not being an asshole may be the bare minimum in requirements but it’s also becoming more and more rare.

Finally, the fighters. You will always hold a special place in my heart. Being a fighter, standing up and saying things out loud, calling people out and shutting ignorance down is not easy. Contrary to popular belief, it’s not fun and it doesn’t get you followers, friends or fame. It’s exhausting and emotionally draining. I thank those of you that have fought with me, on my behalf, on the behalf of others or simply to protect yourself. Your strength in the betterment of a society is the beacon that will guide us all.

No struggle is survived in silence or in stillness. I thank you.