Month: June 2015

Another example of how this week has just been too much:

I am a black South Carolinian. Here’s why I support the Confederate flag. 

– By Byron Thomas, via WaPost

If this is what they are teaching black children in school — that their “ancestors” were Confederate cooks who “served” admirably (but like used as a tool for his own oppression?); that being black means you can’t possibly support racist institutions (but see racism without racists); that racists have “hijacked” the Confederate flag (but it was created to maintain a racist institution called SLAVERY); and there is an actual reasoned logical debate over whether the Civil War was fought because of slavery OR states’ rights (but it was the states’ rights to have slavery) — then I’m homeschooling starting tomorrow.

Because #ICant.

“history channel” by Reavel via flickr

The first time I thought about killing myself, I was eleven. I’d had some trauma in my life, unspeakable things that my tween self could not articulate. Pain that ran deep, seated into my soul. I could not get away from it.

Image Credit: Sam D via Flickr

At eleven, I didn’t make a plan; plans came later in my teens. But I thought about death constantly and cried myself to sleep every night. With the every day assaults on myself as a child, a black child, a black girl-child, a working-class black girl-child—each breath was a chore. I had “black girl pain.”

I was lucky; I’m still here. Other children were not—are not as lucky as I was. While suicide among young children is rare, in the last twenty years since I was eleven, over 657 children aged ten and younger have committed suicide. Many more have tried…