Ten.Nine Hundred & Forty-Four
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1:45 am. So loud. But why? Full-on party. But it is New Orleans after all. And maybe they don’t need to get up in the morning. But seriously does it need to be so loud.
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I get ready quietly. I’m the first one awake. I head downstairs and make the coffee, remeasure the coffee with the tablespoon.
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The four of us walk to the event center. We don’t like to be late.
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Black Women and Labor. Build your own table.
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She takes us to church. I already knew by the way she talked that she was a preacher or the daughter of a preacher. There’s just something about the way she talks.
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Unbought and unbossed.
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Tears.
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Motherhood and hospitality.
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I realize that there’s no way for me to present any kind of notes because in order to share what I’m learning, you’d need to have context and I don’t think they will want the context. And I don’t think I’m capable of providing it. Nor should I have to do the labor.
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So many people.
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Who’s funding who?
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Tears. I need to listen to the episode.
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More tears.
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Am I even in the right place do to the right things? What does it mean to work within the system I’m a part of to make change? Particularly change that affects black and brown bodies?
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Owning a table and owning the tent.
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“If a person doesn’t feel comfortable in my space, then I’ve failed.”