This isn’t a happy story of togetherness and joy. It’s a real story about a white family – with racist tendencies and zero history of talking about difficult, painful things – trying to dismantle our own white supremacy. You should laugh! 

It was mid-August 2020. The political temperature was already hot. Black Lives Matter and Defund the Police protests were going strong. Conservative news covered them as riots and violent extremism. Our anti-racism discussions were no longer calm or apolitical.

If 2020 as a whole was a dumpster fire, the 2020 election was a dirty bomb inside families with polarized political beliefs. Trying to continue our anti-racism work together was...a special kind of hell.

I'm less pissed off these days. Gaslighting and white supremacist systems are everywhere, but I'm no longer surprised by them. Thankfully, I found a different way to fuel my commitment to continue doing this work.