In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
I haven't written on the recent dustup. A lot of people have. (See Cara for example.)
And I feel those words. And I don't want to be silent.
But at the same time, I don't know that anything I say is what's going to matter, in the end.
One funny thing I’ve noticed lately is that amid the constant clamor of honky chick “allies” enjoining unenlightened honky chicks to “listen” to women of color, it is harder than ever before to hear much of anything except honky chicks clamoring at other honky chicks.
So. Rather than involving myself again in this fight that will not die -- I'm going to shut the fuck up, and start (and continue) reading what women of color have to say. And though I have no up to lift their voices, I'm going to let them do their own talking.
I've said it before: I have a lot to learn.
