There’s a pattern in our story that’s hard to unsee once you start noticing it. Over and over, we’ve been handed chances to tell the truth—about who we are, what we’ve done, and what we could become. Chances to stop pretending that justice in the U.S. has ever been equally available, when it’s always been unevenly rationed. And yet… again and again, we chose whiteness. Photo by Kenny Eliason on Unsplash I think about this a lot — how many moments in our history were crossroa

I’ve heard people say this all my life — if you want to win, you’ve got to play the game. It’s often said like simple wisdom. Just the way things are. Photo by oo verthing on Unsplash A friend said it to me recently, and this time, I couldn’t just nod and move on. It lingered. It made me angry. So I sat with it. I asked myself: Why does this idea bother me so much? Why do I feel something tighten every time I hear it? And then it came to me — I don’t want to play the game I

I just finished reading a novel. I won’t tell you the title—I don’t want to spoil it. But in the very first pages, every white person dies. Not from a violent act or some grand revenge. They simply couldn’t live in a world where whiteness no longer existed. So when whiteness died, they did too. Photo by Etienne Girardet on Unsplash It might sound strange, but I found the idea hopeful. I like the idea of whiteness not being permanent. I can already hear a response I’ve gotten

It’s November, the beginning of a season of holidays in the U.S. I can already feel that familiar shift — the time when many of us return to living rooms and dinner tables that hold a lot of history. Spaces filled with old memories, old roles, and people who haven’t been part of our daily lives for a bit. Photo by Eli Pluma on Unsplash Maybe you’re preparing to see people you love but don’t see very often. Folks who might not have witnessed the slow, steady ways you’ve been

I know I’m not the only one who feels it—a deep fatigue around whiteness. I notice it in conversations, in the glances that say, “ Are we still talking about this? ” Sometimes I even get tired of hearing myself bring it up. Photo by Keagan Henman on Unsplash But the truth is, my exhaustion isn’t from talking or writing about whiteness—it’s from living inside it. From feeling how it seeps into nearly everything in the U.S.—our schools, workplaces, politics, media, and faith c

It started as an invitation to healing. Funny thing is, I didn’t even know I needed healing until someone named it—until I was invited...

This came up in a conversation with my partner the other day. Someone had offered feedback about my writing—that I should start...

Have you noticed it? The growing chorus saying goodbye to DEI? And what I hear, it’s whiteness up to its same old game—protecting itself....

Lately, it can feel like violence has the loudest voice in our lives here in the U.S. Each new shooting rattles us. The fear, the grief,...