Sometimes I forget that slavery has only been illegal for a little over a century, and civil rights happened about 50 years ago. Like my mom was born right at the tail end of the movement.
When I think about that, nothing going on surprises me.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Like, almost consumed with it…
How do you expect a whole group of people to “get over” centuries worth of trauma in 50 years? My parents aren’t even 50 yet (one is an only child, the other is the youngest of 8), but to think that the residual effects wouldn’t be passed down is naive. Same goes for the thoughts and deeds of those who benefit from our oppression.