I simply couldn’t not share this article by Joshua Throneburg. It’s too easy to believe that being “colour-blind” is the solution to racism. Thinking that “race doesn’t matter” is a dismissal of the experience of those subjected to prejudice and a denial of the privileges afforded to those who are not. I hope you’ll read this well-considered article.
I grew up white, not just in the color of my skin, but in the culture of my youth. My wife and I call it “super-white”. I was raised in a small farm town in Illinois – white family, white friends, white people at my church, white teachers, white kids in my classes, white players on my sports teams, white players on the teams I played against – WHITE!
My parents are amazing and did well to raise my brother and I as unprejudiced as possible, but that background is a large obstacle when it comes to issues of race.
But I didn’t see it that way. For many years I was convinced that, in spite of my monochromatic background, I was still able to see race issues clearly and with a balanced perspective. And most certainly, I would never have classified myself as a racist.
Sacha Black–Mother, Wife, Writer–writes about how bullying made her who she is. Will she thank the bullies? No. Being bullied, however, was something she was able to transform into determination. Thank you, Samantha, for sharing your story.
I had to coax myself into posting this. Not because I didn’t want to do a post for #1000Speak, but because bullying is one of those things that everyone has been affected by, and I am no exception. It’s all a little close to the bone. Bullying is one of those universal topics that touches the lives of almost everyone. But I want to focus on the positive. On why being bullied made me a better writer. Without having been bullied I wouldn’t have focused on writing in my youth, and I probably wouldn’t have realised writing was my dream. So am I compassionate with the bullies? No, probably not, I know that’s the point of 1000speak, but, I am grateful for the experience of bullying.
I Am Not A Slut: Slut-Shaming in the Age of Social Media
Recently I read a very interesting book. It was written byLeora Tanenbaum, who first coined the term “slut-bashing” in her book Slut!: Growing Up Female With a Bad Reputation, published in August of 2010. Having been labeled a “slut” in high school merely because she developed early, Tanenbaum wrote an article for Seventeen Magazine and was later motivated to write her first book.
Traveling to several locations and schools in the US, Tanenbaum spoke to female teens, young women, and educators about how the Internet has escalated the problem of “slut-bashing.” While her own research is largely anecdotal, she cites many research cases regarding the situation. She also explains why she believes that current attempts to “reclaim” the term “slut,” such as she witnessed at the NYC SlutWalk, will ultimately fail, being an option only for those privileged to be white.
If you have a female child, educate her before puberty, which for many girls these days occurs at an early age.
Thanks to author Leora Tanenbaum for the inspiration and much of the information provided in this article. Check out Lizzie Crocker’s review of Slut!: Growing Up Female With a Bad Reputation in The Daily Beast.
This post is for the victims of cyberbullying and slut-shaming who took their lives rather than live a life of shame:
I’m reblogging this message of compassion and empathy from Joyezeka, who currently resides in South Africa, but who has family and friends in Nigeria and Abuja. A sensitive person who tries to remain detached from the pain of others in the news, she had the courage to embrace the victims of Boko Haram as her family, despite the discomfort this caused her because of her fear for those she does know who are in danger.
Joyezeka, thank you for your courage, and may we all embrace victims of such violence as family members, no longer dissociating ourselves from what is happening in the world today because it makes us uneasy.
Imagine, even just for a moment, that these victims are your wives, husbands, daughters, sons, nieces, and nephews… Can you feel it?
Our planet is small, and its people are one. Detachment as a coping mechanism is not a solution to the pain and suffering of others. When one suffers, we all suffer. That is compassion.
Click here to find current information about the war against Boko Haram.
Most of us have days filled with small acts of kindness. We smile, kiss hurt elbows, throw tennis balls for our dogs. We pay for a coworker’s coffee and leave a big tip. We call a friend in need, chauffeur teenagers, cook a favorite meal, or pick up ice cream on the way home. These small invisible acts often go unacknowledged, but they travel around in overlapping circles, keep our lives balanced and relationships healthy. We see the results in strengthened bonds, deeper commitment, and abiding love.
But what about those times when we don’t see the ripples? When we toss acts of kindness and compassion into a seemingly bottomless well of suffering and despair? When we perceive no reward for our efforts? When we don’t know if we’re making any lasting difference in our world at all? Some strangers we’ll meet face to face, but most we’ll never know. The poignant tales of…