Dear Nina,
It feels so long since we left each other, and although I could never understand what you were talking about back then, I feel that you had an actual idea of the struggle you, and many other black people and women, were in. I remember I used to always beat you up, and wondered that since you didn't always fight back, it was because you like it; now when I look back, I realize how unreasonable such an idea was: I wasn't able to realize the constraints you faced caused by both your gender and race simultaneously. Just like many other people, I felt that you, as an African American woman, cannot be actually raped; even though this can be justified, yet still only in my mind at the time, by the fact that you were sexually active, but I didn’t realize the right of being a woman to which you had, and this invisibility was in fact primarily caused by an ignorance of mine toward the relationships many identities you had–gender, race, class, profession–with each other that ultimately affected you. After leaving you, I moved on to come across Kimberlé Crenshaw at the turn of the century, and it was her that informed me of the idea of the effects those identities had with each other as well as with you. I also realized that my personal experiences were largely due to the same aspect; despite my gender, my race also had restraints on my socioeconomic class and had led to the chaos in my mind and lives. I am still in this world while you left us for a while already, but I have committed myself to spread this idea to more people to whom I can get in contact with and let them realize the actual meaning of our race. Eventually, I believe, we will be able to embrace the pride of our color instead of accommodating the white people and achieve, just as you said in one of your interviews, a freedom where we can have absolutely no fear. As a last note, I apologize with my utmost sincerity for all the misdoing I committed against you, and may God be always with you.
Love
Andy
(This was supposed to be the one for yesterday, July 19th, which I was not able to submit because I had some issue with Blogger)
It feels so long since we left each other, and although I could never understand what you were talking about back then, I feel that you had an actual idea of the struggle you, and many other black people and women, were in. I remember I used to always beat you up, and wondered that since you didn't always fight back, it was because you like it; now when I look back, I realize how unreasonable such an idea was: I wasn't able to realize the constraints you faced caused by both your gender and race simultaneously. Just like many other people, I felt that you, as an African American woman, cannot be actually raped; even though this can be justified, yet still only in my mind at the time, by the fact that you were sexually active, but I didn’t realize the right of being a woman to which you had, and this invisibility was in fact primarily caused by an ignorance of mine toward the relationships many identities you had–gender, race, class, profession–with each other that ultimately affected you. After leaving you, I moved on to come across Kimberlé Crenshaw at the turn of the century, and it was her that informed me of the idea of the effects those identities had with each other as well as with you. I also realized that my personal experiences were largely due to the same aspect; despite my gender, my race also had restraints on my socioeconomic class and had led to the chaos in my mind and lives. I am still in this world while you left us for a while already, but I have committed myself to spread this idea to more people to whom I can get in contact with and let them realize the actual meaning of our race. Eventually, I believe, we will be able to embrace the pride of our color instead of accommodating the white people and achieve, just as you said in one of your interviews, a freedom where we can have absolutely no fear. As a last note, I apologize with my utmost sincerity for all the misdoing I committed against you, and may God be always with you.
Love
Andy
(This was supposed to be the one for yesterday, July 19th, which I was not able to submit because I had some issue with Blogger)