My son is part white.
But he wants to be Full white.
Something’s not adding up I told myself
Something here’s, just’s not right
Dear Editor: I was dismayed at Friend Mike Clarke’s letter in your Jan/Feb 2021 issue. I am a White Friend. In my yearly meeting, we are taking anti-racist work seriously, and that involves laboring together because we White Friends are not all in the same place as each other. Friends of Color are in yet other places.
Resources compiled by NPYM, Summer 2018 -- articles, books, videos, and more.
“There’s nothing wrong with dating a black guy,” blonde-haired, blue-eyed Julie Boyle said to her friends in our seventh-grade classroom. “My cousin is dating one, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
Text of the keynote talk presented to North Pacific Yearly Meeting in 2018.
We travel East each year to see my husband’s family in Pennsylvania, where we spend two weeks in the verdant, fertile, sticky forests and fields of the eastern states – eating fresh blackberries on the trail by the stream, fresh corn from the roadside stands, peaches that drip juice down your chin. It is glorious.
Notes from a conversation among Friends on August 10, 2017, considering race and other otherness.
Recording of portions of a conversation among Friends on August 10, 2017, considering race and other otherness.
Looking out across the dance floor at the audience seated on aluminum bleachers and standing along the prison gymnasium walls, the incongruity was glaringly obvious. Me, with my Irish complexion, taking the microphone to make a statement to scores of Native Americans during their powwow. I could not even guess how many different tribal backgrounds were present.
