May 1st humpday at 45
Fir st time running as a 45 year old. A newly minted, relaxed, CBD massage self. Last night for my birthday I spent it at Mirbeau hotel and spa. It was a chilled birthday followed by an amazing rack of lamb dinner at the Bistro restaurant and bar.
While there and enjoying myself and my space, I made friends with my fellow bar patrons. A couple of people brought me a birthday drink as we engaged in drinking conversation. Then a funny an distributing thing happened along the way.
A older white woman, Victoria was a twice divorce woman who lived in France and is on the online dating scene. I found out she grew up in Delaware. in 66 during the riots. She lost some of black friends because of it. Of course I wondering why she is telling me this.
Then she told me that she has more of a black experience than me…… WHAT>>>>>>>>>?
After that it was on. I didn’t hold back. I told her that she didn’t know me or who I am. That I was born a black woman and die a black women. As a white women who made a racialized stereotype about blackness, that she was perpetuating whiteness and white supremacy. The fact she thinks there is only one black experience not black experiences.
My new friend thought that blackness is rooted in struggle and oppression and I don’t know anything about that. Then I had to go into a whole other level with her
She was shocked and in agreement with me. The fact that a woman does not know me, said this to me out of the blue, as if she said, I like your red shoes. - It was crazy.
My “ friend” then sat closer to me and told me about her daughter being privilege and she wants a perfect life. It was just crazy.
When I ran today, I was running to process this craziness and my shear shock of it all. Really, who says this.
GRRRR…this was my first run thought on a Wednesday. 10k a.m. humpday happened .