James Baldwin shook my dungeon, and the chains of self-doubt fell off.  I was on a journey to fight for my happiness, I was on a journey to heal my brokenness and the journey showed me how much agony I had buried. Baldwin said “A journey is called that because you cannot know what you will discover on the journey, what you will do with what you find, or what you find will do to you,” My journey to freedom unearthed my desperation.

 

I was desperate for change. Desperate for light. Desperate to live in a world where black people were safe. I was desperate for white people to simply acknowledge that safety was a privilege. Justice is a privilege. I left America to shed myself of the anti-blackness, but it followed me to the heart of Africa.

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My journey to heal unearthed how desperate I was for a better world for little black girls and little girls of color. I wanted, for them, a world that they had full access to, where their skin color did not limit their potential. Did not limit their imagination. Did not limit their freedom.

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What do you do when you see power and authority being abused? What do you do when you see the rule of law being spat upon and human rights being violated? What are white people doing when they see the violence inflicted on black children and adults? I urge you to fully commit. Commit to learning about the injustices that surround you, that affect people who are different from you. Commit.

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