This is what I try to tell my fellow “progressive” whites. I call out racism when I see it, at work, among acquaintances, wherever. It’s not because I’m an extremely bold kinda person. It’s scary and uncomfortable almost every time. But I have that choice, that’s my privileged. I can choose to not be uncomfortable…

I sometimes worry that I’m not wanted there. That my mere presence is a sign that I’m trying to somehow take over or scream louder than the black voices present. Obviously, I don’t want even that perception, but it’s paralyzing me into inaction, which is also not helpful.

I think you need to get to know more black people and black women on a personal level. Not just at work, immerse yourself. As black people (not trying to speak for all of us) we aren’t looking at protest for police brutality like “Damn everything was great until that white lady showed up!”. I am sure most folks would…

Go stand beside black feminists. Literally.