White women have been the cause of the most painful, traumatic experiences in my life. I called them my friends. I called them my co-workers. I’ve even called them my family members.
What’s worse is they have never and will never admit that they were the aggressors.
They sincerely might not even realize they were the aggressors. They might have not even intended to do as much harm as they did to me. For the most part, white women are taught not to be openly aggressive. In multiple ways, society teaches all women to suppress their anger — that anger…
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this piece! I try to respond to comments I receive for all my pieces, and I started to with this one; however, it's now difficult for me to keep up with them all. I'm trying, though! I do read the comments and appreciate everybody's input!
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After years of therapy, my doctors and I found I have bipolar disorder, (complex) PTSD, and ADHD.
Yes, it’s a lot. And hell yeah, my conditions sometimes affect my ability to function in society.
But no, I’m not incapable of reason. I’m not incapable of fairness. I’m not incapable of making my own decisions and judgments, especially when it comes to my own life.
Mental health stigma often paints people with the same disorders I have as either rage-filled animals that must be kept under control or feeble-minded five-year-olds.
Mix that stigma in with racism and/or sexism, and you often…
(Content Warning: Suicide mention)
“I always feel like I need proof,” I told my therapist. “I need to prove everything I’ve been through, or else no one will believe me. And if the no one believes me, then how can I believe myself? How can I not think I’m crazy?”
And my therapist responded, “Savannah, you are the proof.”
I paused and stared at my therapist, who is a young white woman. She is aware of what racism is and its devastating effects. I always feel very comfortable talking about it with her.
I am the proof. That’s one of…
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The number of responses I received on my piece, “Dear White Women: Here’s Why It’s Hard to Be Friends With You” has been overwhelming. While I have responded to some of the comments at the beginning, I’m now finding myself unable to keep up with them all. …
Maxine Waters recently came under fire for the comments she made on April 19 regarding the trial of Derick Chauvin, the former police officer who murdered George Floyd.
Per CNN, the day before Chauvin was found guilty of murder and manslaughter, Waters was asked by a reporter what should happen if the charges were dropped. She said the following:
“We got to stay on the street. And we’ve got to get more active, we’ve got to get more confrontational. We’ve got to make sure that they know that we mean business.”
And boy oh boy, did conservatives have a fit.
Personally, I’ve been through too much mental and emotional abuse to tolerate having my mind messed with in any way, no matter the reason. With all my relationships, I insist on straightforward communication and won’t tolerate anything else.
I understand this can be intimidating to most people. There are times where I feel extremely anxious when I have to confront someone about something. My voice shakes, and I can barely get out what I want to say. …
I’ve been putting off writing this because I’m awful at introducing myself, but I’ll try.
Hello everyone! My name is Savannah, and I’m from a very small, very white, rural town located in Southern Indiana. I’m biracial, bisexual, and I live with four separate mental disorders. I somehow got a ‘BA in journalism with a double major in political science back in 2009. I play video games, read tarot cards, and sometimes take horrible photographs of random things. I’m 34-years-old and am currently living with my mother. I’m a Libra.
Nice to meet you.
See what I mean? I’m awful…
When I was in the fifth grade, there was a group of white girls who, one day, suddenly decided to tell on me for every little thing I did “wrong.” I have no idea why they were targeting me. They did this for about a week until I put a stop to it.
Keep in mind, I was the only Black student in the entire fifth grade class in a school located in a sundown town.
These white girls told on me for “talking in class” when I was asking one of my classmates to pick up a pencil I…
Usually, my answer to the question, “Do you hate white people?” is, “No, I just hate you.”
I’m snarky. I can’t help myself. Also, this question annoys me to no end.
It’s an attempt for white people to center themselves, their feelings, and their egos. It’s an attempt for them to exclude themselves from the issue of white supremacy even though they are automatically the beneficiaries of it. They don’t want to be responsible for it, even though they are.
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I have spoken about this before in this piece, which…