“White supremacy is the great silence of our world, and in it is embedded much of what ails us as a planet. The silence around white supremacy is like the silence around Sauron in The Lord of the Rings or the Voldemort name, which must never be uttered in the Harry Potter novels. And yet here’s the rub: If a critique of white supremacy doesn’t first flow throughc you, doesn’t first implicate you, then you have missed the mark; you have, in fact, almost guaranteed its survival and reproduction. There’s that old saying: The devil’s greatest trick is that he convinced people that he doesn’t exist. Well, white supremacy’s greatest trick is that it has convinced people that, if it exists at all, it exists always in other people, never in us.”—Junot Diaz (via moonmarkedandtouchedbysun)
She walked away with what seemed the worst farewell; into the arms of another and into the Sheraton Hotel. I clenched my lips in sadness hoping that my soul wouldn’t yell, but she was my only lover, my one true Belle. I stared at my ring finger, where our love no longer dwell; I dried my eyes and said goodbye, to you I wish you well.