This Is Us
Existing Within a System That Won’t Save You
The one time you fight back could be your last
I’ve always walked a fine line between whiteness and being my unapologetically Black self. The friends I keep, the work I do, and the neighborhoods I live in are, for the most part, all white. I’m rooted in Blackness though — my politics, the causes I support, the people that raised me, the shows I watch, my joy, my pain. All Black. I’ve always told myself that by navigating white spaces (and that submitting myself to the damage that comes with them), my existence will someday make it better for myself and other Black people after me. In a lot of ways, it has: At work, I am able to advocate for the hiring of Black candidates, I’ve raised money to support opportunities for Black students, I’ve mentored Black students, and my younger brothers even participate in and are able to reap the benefits of the same white fraternity system in college I worked my way through. (I wrestled with myself for the longest time — should they succumb to the same emotional and mental damage that I went through?)
As I participate in these systems, it is not lost upon me that these are places that I should not be in, and I am only here because the system has allowed me to. I have either slipped through the cracks (writing this may now give it…
