I Found My Voice

In the past, I was known for not speaking about politics. I just felt like I should keep my head down and not say anything. Hell, even writing this post is making me a little bit nervous. But then I got older and I started to see and read things, and that made me think. But the thing that made me realize that I really need to start talking to people about were I stand on things was the shooting in Dallas that happened this past summer.

I did not attend the march and was home when it happened, but my best friend A, did not know that. She was staying in a place that had a bad connection and didn’t here about the shooting till late that night and called me, but I asleep and didn’t hear my phone. A left me crying voicemails, begging that I call her as soon as possible because she needed to know if I was okay and was praying that I wasn’t shot or killed. When I got a hold of her, reassuring that I was fine, she did something I wasn’t expecting. She made me promise that when she got back, we would have a discussion on race. Being a white female, A admitted tat she didn’t know that much behind everything and what she was allowed to talk about. You can bet we had that talk and it made me realize something too.

You have to talk about things for change to happen. Staying silent and letting others handle it does not mean things will get fixed, to get change you have to make change. And so, I found the idea for my painting final last semester. blm-project  When I told my painting professor/mentor about this idea he gladly said, “Lets do it.” Now, It’s not like I thought Prof. AB would say no, but still I was a little nervous about starting these pieces. While Moudy is a pretty liberal place, I didn’t know how people would feel about these. Luckily, everyone really loved them (for now I’m not going to do to much explaining about these pieces until a later post, but rest assure I’ll explain them soon).

I think that I’m going to paint more things like this in the future. I’ve found that I bests express myself with my paintings. I can make it say what I can’t say with words and show others a different side of me. Now I’m talking, to my family and to others. I’m trying to get my friends engaged in the conversation as well, and I understand that talking about these things make people feel uncomfortable. But we have to talk about it.There are problems in this world that we need to fix and talking about how to fix it is the first step. I want my friends to realize that they have a voice. If I can talk about this, then I know they can and so can you.


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