And my mind just exploded when I went to her Twitter. This woman is like Anne Coulter with a tan! Now everyone is entitled to their own views on life, but I seriously don’t understand people think that saying talking about how hard they work is some special star. Working hard is something you’re supposed to do. That does not stop systematic racism from getting in the way of people’s goal and dream. I’m looking at this woman’s Twitter feed and she’s a freaking token for Fox. They love her because she parrots their words like a good little puppet. I couldn’t help but think of that — When they both reached for the gun — scene in Chicago (all the irony of what’s going on in Ferguson. I work hard, yet I have still experienced and witnessed extraordinary amount of racism, sexism and ageism — in my workplace in recent months. Just because something doesn’t happen to you especially, does’t mean it doesn’t happen. The bottom line in this country is, at large, the success of black people is dependent on the say so of white people. We apply for schools where most of the admission staff are white. We apply for jobs where most of the hirers are white. The people who decide our promotion and races are largely white. And even if we own our own businesses and such, we’ve got to ask for loans from white banks or sell our companies to white backers to get any clout. Just thinking about it makes me want to pack up all my stuff and build a cottage in the woods or something, but lord knows that would probably have something to do with a white person as well. You can work hard for what you have, but you can work hard and also realize, sympathize and be fully affected by the injustices going on around you. But this woman is so disconnected from the people that look like her that she legit Tweeted this ”I’m not one of you+never will be.” That might be so, but that doesn’t mean these are not people that live and work hard just the same.
I had to take the day off of work today because Michael Brown’s death and the events in Ferguson have triggered me so potently in the wake of my own brother’s death that my stress levels are at an all time high. When I’m feeling like this I usually just … work through it … But this time I simply couldn’t. I haven’t been taking care of myself. My body is so dehydrated that I had a horrible chaffing episode on my feet last night from just walking around my apartment. I had plans to do other things today and I ended up just sleeping all day because … I’m so exhausted. And it’s not something I talk about. Because I, spend most of my time working. Nodding and smiling and making the white people around me feel comfortable, while I feel increasingly more uncomfortable and stressed by the day. Writing stories only to have them completely revamped to the will of higher-ups to the point where they don’t even seem like my name should be in the by line. Having copy editors send condescending emails that have done far beyond snarky to straight up disrespectful. I keep my ears open when editors congregate and I hear what they say about the writers, and it’s hardly ever positive. There are two factions in my newsroom: the ass kissers who who went to Ivy League schools and do “serious journalism”, and everyone else. Those of us who are writing the stories that may not seem as important, but they actually fund everyone’s paycheck. I’m sure you can guess which group I’m in. But still, I work hard. And my heart is still with Ferguson and every single injustice in this country. Because I have big dreams, but forgetting about everything else that is important once I’ve made it is not an option.