Tag: white privilege
White privilege is like riding the bike down the beach in Waveland. There’s an incline as the land rises toward Bay St. Louis, but it’s a basically easy ride. You pedal along. The Gulf is to your right, the lovely houses to your left. The temperature is okay, not beating down hot. You can feel it in your thighs, the exertion, but it’s...
I Bet You do it Too
Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on . Posted in General, Racism to Reconciliation, Writing. 6 Comments on I Bet You do it Too
The first Community Writers Retreat I put together for Door of Hope Writing Group, the panel of facilitators was white. Every writer I’d identified to come and teach us about writing in an all-day conference was Caucasian. I wasn’t being racist. I was asking for favors: will you come—unpaid—to the Retreat and teach a workshop on writing? Of course...
An Outside Plant
Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on . Posted in Racism to Reconciliation. 2 Comments on An Outside Plant
He had one plant, small.
I had three hanging baskets and two big ferns, fat.
He’d been there when I arrived, he and his wife wandering among the plants. It was mid-day Wednesday, no one else at the nursery. A young, spring day. The swarms of eager Memphians hadn’t yet descended on the unsuspecting begonias and geraniums. No one in...
What Can I Do-Part 3 (and probably last)
Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on . Posted in GOD, LOVE, Racism to Reconciliation. 5 Comments on What Can I Do-Part 3 (and probably last)
I thought I’d be shot. Dean Andy Andrews announced that, following the Wednesday morning service, he would be walking the neighborhood around St. Mary’s Episcopal Cathedral. He invited us to join him. I attended the Wednesday service, but I believed if I walked in the neighborhood I’d be shot.
You need to know: Alabama Avenue,...
What Can I Do?
Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on . Posted in GOD, HOMELESSNESS, LOVE, Racism to Reconciliation. 5 Comments on What Can I Do?
I’m starting a new series here. I’m announcing this new series so you can skip over my followup posts if you want, ’cause I’m a polite Southern woman, and I sure don’t want to impose. But some of you want these posts. I know you do because I’ve been reading your comments and the question you’ve been asking...