The final rough draft of my book, A White Guy Confronting Racism, is finished.
Ten sections with ten introductions, about one0hundred and fifty vignettes, a kick-ass preface, about fifty thousand words.
Part confessional, part manifesto, part call to action – all humanity.
All the vignettes were written on, and taken directly from, LinkedIn. From this very same status update box that I'm writing in right now.
I collected them, sorted them, put them into ten sections, edited some, left others alone.
The last month I wrote about twenty thousand words – a seven thousand word preface and the ten introductions to the ten sections.
With titles such as:
I’m Not Normal, I’m White
The Continuing Re-education of a Privileged White Dude
Holding Space to Share Our Truths
There's More to Life Than El Cajon
Laughing to Keep from Crying
The World Is Waiting for You to Act
Lots of compassion, empathy, vulnerability, equanimity. And lots of conviction and expectations for White folks to commit to being antiracist, and to hold themselves and other White folks accountable.
Feeling accomplished. Feeling connected. Feeling aligned. Feeling like I'm driving impact and affecting change.
Feeling drained. Feeling ready for a short break before I get back to work.
Feeling grateful. Feeling good to be alive.