This doesn’t need to be long winded. I don’t have a lot to say.
The truth is, I’m sick and tired of talking about race. I’m sick of challenging people’s racist remarks and demanding they explain what they mean when they tell me, “you’re not like other Black girls, you’re an exception. You’re not ratchet.”
Or, I go out and they think I can twerk or they neck roll around me or call me “girlfriend”
I’m really tired. Racism seems to be a Hydra; you can’t just cut off the head because three more grow in its place. It needs to be destroyed from the inside out.
But how do we even start?
Our rejection of an Indian-American Syracuse born aspiring cardiologist is heartbreaking. She had it; she exemplifies what Miss America stands for…
…With the exception of her skin color. With a Black president, increasing visibility of Latinos in politics and beyond, one would think that race is becoming less of a factor in America. Until we remember the young man that was shot and killed this weekend looking for help after getting into a car accident.
We’re fighting an uphill battle. I’m tired, but I won’t quit. I’m not giving up. There’s got to be a silver lining somewhere…
Oh yeah! An Indian-American woman from Syracuse was the second consecutive Miss New York to win Miss America.
So, I guess there’s that.
I want all of my little queens to look at this woman, beauty, brains and charm and envision yourself there if you want to. Know that there are women like me fighting tooth and nail to bring to you the best examples of what a women can do if she wants to. In the end it’s your choice to do whatever you want. If you want to be a doctor be a doctor! If you want to be a bum, be a bum! Be what you want to be.