Tomeka Jackson just received a letter from her school stating that they're starting a Racial Awareness Taskforce. "How cool," thought Tomeka. "We get to spend all day talking about racism." She begins to remember that talking about this makes her friends see her as the black girl and not as Tomeka. She becomes worried and sad. "I don't want to go back to school," she cries to her mother. "I don't want to be the black girl, I just want to be Tomeka." "Girl, hush up," rebukes her mother. "This stuff ain't about you, it's about them." She grabs the letter of so-called racial unity and tosses it into the garbage next to the discarded can of tuna, and goes back to fixing Tomeka's lunch. "I'll make you a smoothie," says her mother. "Smoothies always makes you happy."
This blog is a space for sharing my reflections on music, creativity, life, and politics—a way to connect with fellow saxophonists, musicians, and thoughtful explorers of life. Join me as we delve into the art of sound, the nuances of expression, and the broader world around us.
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