I have said much the same, and we will no doubt repeat it again and again as the conversation continues, but one thing I wanted to make special note of: Orlog! The way we can move in the world now is always, always shaped by what has come before. The racism and atrocities committed by our ancestors and those others who came before us do not stop affecting the world we live in today just because we find acknowledging those effects inconvenient.
As we respect the Ancestors, as we are bound by Orlog, so we MUST acknowledge and respect that how we represent ourselves as Heathens, as people of Northern European ancestry, as “white” Americans, is necessarily constrained by the effect we will have on our fellow human beings. No, we are NOT free to do as we please without consequence. We never were. No one is free of Orlog.
As I write this, Beth’s daughter (again, my not-quite-step-daughter) is in NYC taking part of the protests going on there. I’ve got various news sites running in the background. I’ve touched base with her before the march began, and I’ve been up and down all night, sick to my stomach with worry. She’s with her boyfriend, whom we haven’t met, and whose skin color I do not know. I found myself torn between hoping she was with him — because the idea of her being with a man potentially provides her additional security that being with a bunch of girlfriends may not provide — and hoping she wasn’t — because what sort of attention may she receive if she’s with a black man? We are proud that she’s involving herself with these very important protests, but I still want to curl up and cry, I still want to vomit, I’m…
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