[Ed. – The author is a work in progress. When the work is done she will be totally indoctrinated into the cult.]
Pre-pandemic, a friend described me as woke when she introduced me to a Black woman. I couldn’t have been prouder. And yet, as we come to grips with the ongoing racial disparities in our country, much has had to change for many of us. For me, my pride took a fall when I realized how untrue my friend’s statement was and how un-woke I really am.
One such moment occurred earlier this summer on a trip with my sister to the Texas Hill Country. We were at Jacob’s Well, a spring-fed swimming hole. My sister, a teacher, wanted to know the history, so we stopped to read the information marker. … I was intrigued by the biblical naming of the place.
A few months earlier, I had attended an event for Dallas Truth, Racial Healing and Transformation, a nonprofit that addresses the historic and contemporary effects of racism.