Indians, please stop pretending we're not black. Black people, please let me explain. Indians who just got majorly offended by that statement, this is why I said it: your obsession with a skin colour hierarchy is far more repulsive than anything politically incorrect you can find about that statement.
I’ve prepared the below cheat sheet to aid you in having measured, calm and persuasive conversations with anyone from an undecided voter, a protest voter to a die-hard Trump voter.
Plainly and Simply - If Melania gets a gold star for choosing to move on in 48 hours and even showing up to the debate in a ‘pussy-bow blouse’ in solidarity with her man - what is Hillary being hassled for?!? Too smart? Too much of a fighter..? Lame.
Dear Woke Brown Girl, You are neither here nor there, but everywhere. You carry the hood in your veins and academia in your heart. You have not forgotten where you come from, but have learned and earned your way into spaces not meant for you.
Dear Woke brown girl, do not let them take away your passion. And boy will they try. And if for some reason you do and you might, there will be other woke brown girls to pick you and light you up again.
I am the person who cradled the head of her assaulter and made him feel safe even while he cried himself to sleep. I am the person who made him feel that his emotions were acceptable, that he was still a man even amidst his tears. I am the person who made him feel ok about sexually assaulting a woman, a woman who would become my friend.
I am admitting publicly for the first time that six years ago I was sexually assaulted.
And even now, I keep asking myself, What good will it do?
I hate that you want to decide my woman.
After four years at an all women’s institution, I was lulled into a false sense of security that I would be treated as more than a spectacle. At Wellesley, some of my favorite people described me as witty, competitive, giving, intelligent. My worth was not muted when I chose not to wear makeup. My value was not challenged when I spent time cackling from laughter and disagreeing. My body was brought to attention when post finals when I was complaining I was sore.