Being Black and Resilient in America is too much.
February is Black History month, a time to celebrate the accomplishments of Black Americans throughout the history of our country. All of which happened, and is still happening, against the backdrop of a horrific history of oppression and ongoing racism. The amount of resilience needed to create, develop, parent, invent, lead, teach and otherwise do amazing things is impressive and awful. I have seen posts from Black colleagues stating, “I am tired of being resilient.” I agree.
It is not enough to admire people’s resilience. We also need to look at the conditions they are operating under and ask how we might make it easier or more equitable. Life is hard enough for each of us due to our vulnerability as mere mortals with more emotions than intellect. Improving society is a big task that can feel super overwhelming. Thankfully this is not a solo sport.
I am a 60-year-old white woman who grew up surrounded by family and friends who look like me. I had no awareness of how exhausting day to day incidents of racism are, until I was past the age of 50 and started to have friends who are black. I would describe my previous awareness as oblivious and naïve, which is a big part of white privilege. I am still on a steep learning curve. Fortunately, there are things I plan to continue to do to make a difference.