Yesterday, I successfully pulled off our pre-Thanksgiving. The plan was to eat dinner when Garrett got home from work (after 11:30pm ha).
Leading up to the actual day, I felt like I had everything under complete control. Recipes were picked out. I got everything I needed from the grocery store. And I had even spent time mapping out my timeline for cooking everything.
I got started mid-afternoon and basically didn’t sit down until we actually ate dinner. I definitely grew up “helping” my mom with Thanksgiving but looking back it was mostly whipping up a dessert, setting the table, or helping with a side dish. Basically, something super easy. Thanksgiving dinners are so much work. I knew it would be a long day, but I definitely was overly ambitious about the whole thing.
Miraculously everything turned out great.
(Only one last minute trip to the grocery store and about four calls plus 16 text messages to my mom. Not too bad.)
I felt pretty relaxed about the whole process until I had to pull the neck out of the turkey. Then I started to doubt myself completely and felt like I should just throw in the towel. But I kept going, dressed the bird, stuck the thing in the oven, and crossed my fingers.
The hardest part of the preparation was the timing of everything, figuring out what could be done ahead of time, what had to wait for something to get off the stove, what would stay hot with tin foil, what needed to go straight to the table.
Let’s just say, this year I will be extra thankful for my mom and dad who handle Thanksgiving like pros.
I haven't known what to post, or what to say. I do have a lot to say, but I worry I'm going to say something wrong or misspeak or miss the mark and the easy thing would be to just, not say anything. Wait it out or turn my eye– but that's a luxury that I have because I'm white. I want to be an ally AND an advocate for people of color and that starts by using my voice both privately and publicly.
I know I'm not racist, but I don't think I have been as actively ANTI-RACIST as I POSSIBLY can be. I have been on phone calls with brands asking why not a single person of color has been included in the campaign. I have asked agencies for invite lists and declined invitations when not a single person of color has been invited. But I have also sat silent when friends, colleagues, family members, and strangers say or post something racist. Because uncomfortable conversations are hard. I own that I haven't been the best advocate, but I am committing to changing that and I hope my fellow white followers will too.
I shared an amazing list of resources for white people on my blog yesterday (5/29's On My Radar post). I don't believe it's the responsibility of black people to educate white people (the onus is on us), but I would like to thank @therealkamie and @badassboz for sharing so much truth over the past few days. Both are great follows– I have learned a lot from them. They have brought up points and conversations that I have had the privilege of not fully understanding and the luxury of not knowing based on my life experiences as a white woman.