Like many white people, I’ve been wondering how I can use my privilege to support the black community this week. I’ve shared a few things on social media, but reposting images and quotations, while a part of collective awareness, is less important than action and effort. Today, I thought I’d share a few of the resources that are guiding me.
Change begins in our hearts and within our homes. So, first and foremost, I’m taking an inventory of my own unexamined bias and racist assumptions. I’m thinking about the things I don’t see, hear, or consider because of the limitations of my privilege and whiteness. And I’m educating myself in what it actually means to be anti-racist.
This is overdue. It shouldn’t have taken news of the murders of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, and Tony McDade, along with a suddenly amplified public dialog about racism, for me to go here. I’ve known about anti-racist activism for a long time, had books waiting for download in my Kindle, have followed conversations about race and white privilege and anti-racism on social media.
I’ve delayed a deeper process of self-discovery out of complacency and discomfort. My privilege allows me to delay: my own life isn’t in danger as a result of my race. It feels uneasy and intimidating to talk about racism and what it takes to stay in allyship against it. But the discomfort shows me exactly where my work lies.
These Sunday posts are always intimate, and this kind of self-exploration is intimate. But I don’t want to make this one centered on me and my white experience. So, I’ll get right down to sharing! This short list of resources is not by any means comprehensive, and it’s not meant to be. I’m owning the fact that I’m one of many white people who has work to do, and doing the work means creating a starting point.
Color of Change has active campaigns advocating justice for Breonna Taylor and George Floyd. You can add your name to petitions. There’s also a Change.org petition, which was started by a 15-year-old resident of Oregon.
A helpful, and now widely shared, Google doc of anti-racism resources for white people.
A list, compiled by Ibram X. Kendi, of antiracist books, via The New York Times
Rachel Elizabeth Cargle offers online curricula and courses on unlearning white feminism and supporting women of color, among other areas of focus. She is also the founder of the Loveland Foundation, which supports black women and girls in having access to therapy. You can explore the organization’s work and make a donation on the site.
The Conscious Kid supports parents in parenting through a critical race lens. I’m not a parent, but I’ve found the account helpful for general self-education in implicit bias and how to approach conversations about race with loved ones.
Check Your Privilege (Instagram and website) is devoted to helping people dismantle their relationships with privilege and systems of oppression. I’ve downloaded the workbook as a starting point, but will also check out the book. There are other courses and even mentoring available on the site for deepening the process.
I’ve already learned about “showing up” for this conversation from the From Privilege to Progress account; the articles shared are straightforward and informative. I’ll keep reading.
I appreciated the breadth of this community-focused article from the Southern Poverty Law Center, which you can also download as a PDF.
All of this work can be supported with follows, shares, proper credit/citation, and—most important—downloads, purchases, reading, and active engagement.
Consider local or national bail out funds, and/or organizations that are working to rebuild and empower communities. One is National Bail Out.
Here in New York City, the Brooklyn Community Bail Fund and Mutual Aid NYC. The latter is a group of community organizers that came together to provide relief to New Yorkers in need during the Covid-19 crisis.
I also want to mention the West Side Campaign Against Hunger, which is supermarket style food pantry near my home that I’ve donated to in the past. Their volunteers and employees have been continuing food distribution to communities in need throughout the Covid crisis with social distancing precautions in place; I see them on the street nearly every week day, working hard.
A few of the actions that I’m committing to with increased consciousness:
Supporting black-owned vegan businesses. More consciously supporting/amplifying the work of black, indigenous, and people of color within my space: cookbook authors, restauranteurs, chefs, food writers.
Applying more awareness to issues of appropriation in food writing. Acknowledging when recipes are not from my culture of origin. Learning from authors who are sharing food from their heritage and acknowledging their stewardship of those culinary traditions.
Strengthening active listening skills when it comes to conversations about race. Asking questions. Considering how whiteness shapes my assumptions and opinions. I’ll look to BIPOC activists and teachers for guidance along the way.
Challenging racism when I identify it. This will likely entail difficult conversations with loved ones or acquaintances.
Again, this is far from a comprehensive list. It’s only a place of departure, but I thought that it was worth sharing, as many of us are probably thinking about this kind of exploration. I welcome, and would love to hear about, additional recommendations. But the work is my responsibility, and I’ll keep learning. Like all self-work, it’ll be a process and a practice that unfolds over time. I’m sure I’ll miss things and make mistakes along the way, but I’ll stay teachable and open.
With love and solidarity, some Sunday recipes and reads.
Asparagus season is here! Planning to make Susan’s asparagus mushroom pasta (with soy curls, hooray) sometime in the next week or two.
I’ve been playing around with some approaches to homemade vegan mayo, and I love this recipe from Jessica; her pantry staples are always reliable.
This tofu and green onion salad looks so refreshing.
I’ve got no objections to the idea of a 3-ingredient waffle!
1. Embedded in the conversation this week is ongoing awareness that the Covid-19 crisis has disproportionately impacted communities of color. I appreciated this examination of how the country’s response has failed these communities.
2. I could be imagining it, but it seems to me that the mourning doves and other birds that live outside my apartment window have been louder than usual lately. I loved this New York Times peek at NYC’s native avian neighbors.
3. Along similar lines, a funny, playful imagining of Covid-19 “mascots” from the animal kingdom.
4. I’ve read some interesting and seemingly confusing things about Covid-19 symptomatology in kids, so I found it helpful to read this explanation about why the virus might present so differently in children and adults.
I haven’t been focused much on recipes in the last few days, but something will surely find its way to the blog in the coming week. Till soon.
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