So very often your writing makes me cry for this (¿beloved?) country and how it repeatedly fails to meet even the most basic of its claims to greatness.
Your stories continue to reveal details I never knew-and I know why. Continue to share these insights and experiences so that others will understand excellence!
The hairs are standing up on my forearms as I read this.
The way the people found you and sent you their stories and their vision for you holding ever more of you power as you move forward in your life; as you keep telling the stories the way you know you are here to tell them. Thank you.
I wish I could know what you did after you finished that film. Did you sit with it, stay with what it opened up? Did you already know what you were going to do next, and how you’d do it? How did it change you, once you had the external permission to do what you had already granted yourself permission to say?
Oh your essay moved someone in me that feels ancient. Tears streamed since reading "this was the first time the cost of asking questions might mean losing everything." Just as if I was there... A voice I me said right after... "And so you stopped asking questions to stay safe in a world that didn't want to see your truth. Didn't want to face the abuse & silencing of black women. As I sit here with your essay, I'm in awe at the reminder that we women, black & brown, are magnificent, fearless, and just spectacular... To move in the background with conviction even when the whole world tries to put up barriers. Oh, in deep gratitude for your story telling, bravery, and perspective. 🙏🏽🫰🏽🫰🏽🫰🏽
Excellent
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An amazing story.
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Thank you for sharing these stories that need to be told. Thank you for persevering.
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I am grateful for this essay. I am grateful for you and for your film mentor.
I am forever grateful that my advisor made space for that work to exist.
So very often your writing makes me cry for this (¿beloved?) country and how it repeatedly fails to meet even the most basic of its claims to greatness.
Thank you for sharing such an awesome story! You are an inspiration to so many people. Keep writing!
Your stories continue to reveal details I never knew-and I know why. Continue to share these insights and experiences so that others will understand excellence!
The hairs are standing up on my forearms as I read this.
The way the people found you and sent you their stories and their vision for you holding ever more of you power as you move forward in your life; as you keep telling the stories the way you know you are here to tell them. Thank you.
I wish I could know what you did after you finished that film. Did you sit with it, stay with what it opened up? Did you already know what you were going to do next, and how you’d do it? How did it change you, once you had the external permission to do what you had already granted yourself permission to say?
I’ve read it twice, i’ll probably read it again. Anything else i say will just sound stupid. Except , Thank you.
Thank you. That you read it twice means more than you know.
What a moving story!
The DEMONCRATS are the ones holding people down.
Oh your essay moved someone in me that feels ancient. Tears streamed since reading "this was the first time the cost of asking questions might mean losing everything." Just as if I was there... A voice I me said right after... "And so you stopped asking questions to stay safe in a world that didn't want to see your truth. Didn't want to face the abuse & silencing of black women. As I sit here with your essay, I'm in awe at the reminder that we women, black & brown, are magnificent, fearless, and just spectacular... To move in the background with conviction even when the whole world tries to put up barriers. Oh, in deep gratitude for your story telling, bravery, and perspective. 🙏🏽🫰🏽🫰🏽🫰🏽
This is why I write. To be found by women who already know.