From my vantage point, this final push looks to be too little, too late.
We call each other family because so many of us are blacklisted by our own families, so we find our kin in the LGBTQ community. My mind was blown, my heart broke open and I found my people.
What I discovered was a growing Black- and people of color-led marijuana movement that centers our resilience as we fight to end cycles of poverty and mass incarceration in our communities.
Feeling this way about another Black woman is hard. But I can’t stand behind her when she stood beside a president who encourages violence against Black communities.
Although diverse communities in cannabis are growing, for black and brown women, the old adage rings true: “All the women are white, all the blacks are men, but some of us are brave.”
Enjoying cannabis daily is part of my practice of self-determination and wholeness. I am curious about where cannabis use overlaps with parenting, and what it looks like to hold both as a Black woman.
Black women are stars in the wretched galaxy of planet Earth—and the world knows it.
Last month, “Vanity Fair” announced that Whoopi Goldberg is co-launching a line of cannabis (marijuana) products in April that will provide holistic alternatives for menstrual cramps. Yes, you read that correctly.
Black women do not expect much from those whose inhumane social, political, and economic interests challenge our human rights, but we do expect respect, support, and trust from our progressive allies, who supposedly are on our side.
Only when our society acknowledges what Black women are doing and have been doing to advance equality for all—in spite of the disenfranchisement we’ve experienced that comes with lack of visibility, respect, and resources of any kind—will people truly understand why Black lives matter.