Black and Brown Love is Revolutionary

Via Quirky Brown Love

There is something about Black and Brown love that moves me. Perhaps, it is because I was always told to watch out for “those” people growing up. In the 9th grade, when you are the only Morenita girl in the Mexicana group, you see the truth in your loved ones warnings first hand.  Back-handed racist comments from can run wild in that situation.  Harsh comments about your hair, skin and culture surface.  And the sentiments run both ways: I’ve heard some pretty prejudice stuff come out of the mouths of Black people about Brown people too.

Let me clarify what I mean by “Black”.  I am fully aware that there are Black Latin@s but for the purpose of this narrative Black is “African American”.   “Brown” refers to non-black Latin@s. Now, that we have that out of the way…back to the narattive.

 In my high school’s lunchroom, the division between was evident.  Sure, Black folks and Brown folks inteacted a bit in the classroom, but the lunch room was a version of Mean Girls that Tina Fey did not write.  The Brown kids met up on the south side of the room and the Black people were on the north side. I, and a few others, disrupted all of that by hanging out with whatever group we wanted to. Our pioneering ways were met with resistance from our respective communities and sometimes the communities we were trying to be a part of.

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Diasporic Realness: Press Through the Process

By: Valencia Campbell of Church Decoded

There are a lot of things in life that I have faced and easily conquered. Law school is definitely not one of them. Now, just about every day before I actually started, I loved the idea of going to law school. I was proud to tell everybody that I was going to law school, and everybody supported me. It…was…great. Now, I actually started law school three weeks ago. To be completely honest, I have hated every day of it until about two days ago. I had 80 pages of readings due ON THE FIRST DAY (we’re not in undergrad anymore, Valencia), so I started off behind. I had an hour commute to and from class each day for the first week. I had to juggle all that comes with moving with all that comes with law school (and being behind). It was terrible….and it taught me more than I could’ve ever imagined about starting the journey in a terrible position.