As I sit here, trying to put together cohesive sentences, something that makes an impact, something that resonates with US, our people, and our communities, I find myself at a loss for words. Truth is, I’m tired.
Spilling all of the emotions, all of the rage, frustration, and yes, even hope here feels both redundant and necessary. I’m preaching to the choir here. Regardless of where you fall on the spectrum, regardless of what you found yourself doing over one of the most tumultuous weeks of 2020 — which is really saying something isn’t it? — you understand the feelings without the words.
But we all have a place and a purpose. Even in, or especially in the midst of all the turmoil.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what my role needs to be now and moving forward. With all the moving parts of a movement, of a revolution, how can I best serve? I continue to come back to this. Come back to Edit Noire. I know my role is rooted in storytelling, and Black economics and creativity is the focus of that energy. Even while, especially while, the world is shaking all around us and moving beneath our feet.
Show up. Take space. Give space. Uplift. Amplify. Empower. Support.
So that’s what we’ll continue to do here. Continue to be dedicated to the cause. The marathon. Black lives have always mattered. Just like Black business, Black brilliance, Black creativity, Black beauty, Black wellness, Black health, Black LIFE. Today, tomorrow, and always.
This will be a marathon sisters and brothers. I’m in it for the long run with you. Stay safe.