June 1, 2020
Right now, I’m not feeling it. Not because it’s so clear that for too many in our country, they don’t matter. But because there’s a sense in this that Black lives matter too. As if in addition to something. As if in addition to white people who of course matter most.
Black Lives Matter is an important narrative from and within the Black Lives Matter movement. I totally honor that.
Yet as a white woman, I say to my white sisters and brothers that these precious lives are not an adjunct, they are vitally implicit to the integrity, the wholeness, of our national culture. Beyond mattering, they are essential.
They are marginalized to the fringe of our society. But they are not fringe. Our Black sisters and brothers are essential threads in the fabric of our nation and national identity. A national fabric of hope and social justice, of love and compassion, of aspiration and inspiration. This is the fabric of the nation I choose to live in. This is the fabric of the nation I choose to co-create. With my Black sisters and brothers. My Indigenous American sisters and brothers. My Hispanic sisters and brothers. My Asian sisters and brothers. My Arab sisters and brothers. All essential threads in this tapestry.
Judith – firstname.lastname@example.org