I’ve been reading The Good Men Project for awhile. The content there is educational and interesting. Recently, Sarah Fader came on as an editor. She and I had a couple of discussions about how I could contribute. We decided my first piece should be a revisitation of the work I wrote for Straight White Man Seeks Knowledge.
It’s always frightening to write about race and violence for me, but I trust Sarah. She’s a way paver for those of us trying to deconstruct the boxes we’ve been placed in through discrimination or stigma. I do believe this is an important piece, and I’m happy to have had the chance to breathe new life into it, and hopefully drive some traffic back to the original post where writers can discover my friend Drew. He’s fantastic.
As far back as I can remember, my life has been littered with angry white men who stood in my way. They had their reasons: I was too female, too brown, too Muslim White men stood in my way and they were ugly about it. They were school administrators, police officers, teachers, neighbors and peers. Sometimes they were friends who thought they could save me. They never asked if I needed saving. They just assumed.