I didn't know 6 years ago why I had a blog. I went the entire 2015 with not one word to post. But there's a concept of timing and holding place. Today this blog holds place. No other voice but my own. In 2016 I was excited to join the Green Party US. I joined under controversy of perceived intimidation within our state party and party members being vehement that kind of behavior would not represent our state. My work I brought with me to the Green Party US. The experience made me believe it was going to be a place that my dream for safe water for all people could be accomplished. I staked my reputation on it here in New Orleans.
My local Green Party New Orleans members contribute in large part to my party loyalty. For our state party we hosted our presidential and our vice presidential candidates. I've grown to love my local. We canvassed together on Bourbon Street, which was an experience of its own. One of our members verbally assaulted by a Bourbon Street patron as we did it. On our canvassing outreach I met Southern Republicans that heard what I tried to share about our platform. During the Presidential Nominating Convention in Houston our Republican Uber driver had a long conversation with me why he would consider voting Green.
This blog is a documentation of my struggle with class, patriarchy and yes, white supremacy here in New Orleans trying to start a company that would make safe water accessible to all people. It hurts me that I had an incident at our Green Party annual national meeting this past weekend in Newark. It has made me appreciate every person on the otherside of disagreements with me that have never attempted to put their hands on me or intimidate me where I felt the need to be concerned for my safety. People who have just recently met me ask why I am so vocal about what happened to me? Starting the night of my incident people shared their stories with me. Terrible stories of other party members and their own stories who have been injured by intimidation. In the Green Party US. A political party many of us have lost a lot for the sake of a hope for our communities.
This blog is where I have shared for years my struggle as a black woman entrepreneur. I've spent the last few years calling out the unjust venture capital not just in the city but the country. All the time wondering "A'rnt I a Woman"? From the voices that have come to me since and my own feeling about my experience, I feel my voice is lost. So I come here to document. To tell my own story.
Race. Gender. Class. All impact my own journey. Some of us wonder what it will take for change. A Pan-African Expansive Essential Imperative required me to stand up! Locating my self in Womanism that informs my agency.
Zora Neale Hurston is one of my favorite people. She lived her life how she lived and wrote beautiful prose, in some ways that go unmatched.
My local Green Party New Orleans members contribute in large part to my party loyalty. For our state party we hosted our presidential and our vice presidential candidates. I've grown to love my local. We canvassed together on Bourbon Street, which was an experience of its own. One of our members verbally assaulted by a Bourbon Street patron as we did it. On our canvassing outreach I met Southern Republicans that heard what I tried to share about our platform. During the Presidential Nominating Convention in Houston our Republican Uber driver had a long conversation with me why he would consider voting Green.
This blog is a documentation of my struggle with class, patriarchy and yes, white supremacy here in New Orleans trying to start a company that would make safe water accessible to all people. It hurts me that I had an incident at our Green Party annual national meeting this past weekend in Newark. It has made me appreciate every person on the otherside of disagreements with me that have never attempted to put their hands on me or intimidate me where I felt the need to be concerned for my safety. People who have just recently met me ask why I am so vocal about what happened to me? Starting the night of my incident people shared their stories with me. Terrible stories of other party members and their own stories who have been injured by intimidation. In the Green Party US. A political party many of us have lost a lot for the sake of a hope for our communities.
This blog is where I have shared for years my struggle as a black woman entrepreneur. I've spent the last few years calling out the unjust venture capital not just in the city but the country. All the time wondering "A'rnt I a Woman"? From the voices that have come to me since and my own feeling about my experience, I feel my voice is lost. So I come here to document. To tell my own story.
Race. Gender. Class. All impact my own journey. Some of us wonder what it will take for change. A Pan-African Expansive Essential Imperative required me to stand up! Locating my self in Womanism that informs my agency.
Zora Neale Hurston is one of my favorite people. She lived her life how she lived and wrote beautiful prose, in some ways that go unmatched.
Their Eyes Were Watching God Quotes
De nigger woman is de mule uh de world so fur as Ah can see
How close to asking, A'rnt I a woman? Aren't I a human who should be able to live self-determining free from obstruction or intimidation? Don't I deserve to tell my own story? Not have my story told for me? Makes net neutrality much more important this week than it was last week! For me.
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