6 9 2021
What’s that? I posed this on Facebook, saying:
see people wondering if life will ever get back to normal. Was it EVER normal?
Of course not. Normal doesn’t even exist. I’m glad a discussion ensued. A couple of people said it’s a setting on a washing machine or a dryer. Others said it was more normal before 2016.
was it? I’m one of the people who has become aware of how others live in the
last year or so. I mean, I always knew that racism (and all the other “ism”s)
exist in our country, on our globe, everywhere. But I really had never stopped
to think what it’s like to BE Black in this country, or to raise Black children
and to have fears that no parent should ever have.
are, of course, many other issues that deserve discourse, but I’m tackling this
before the overt racism emerged with the twice-impeached president, things were
“normal” for some people, people who were comfortable, complacent, and unaware,
much as I have been for most of my life. Now that I know, and that everyone
else who was unaware should know, too, I see through a different lens. There’s
no rose tint. There’s not even a clear view of many things I used to think I
always knew that there are no people who are normal—those don’t exist. Everyone
is their own person and none of us are the same. But I see that my grocery
store, my town, my neighborhood are not even the same for everyone.
have yet to see how this will affect my writing. First I have to see how it
will affect my life.
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