She carried me, bones and flesh, as best she could with no one left to hold her. She did her best to create the we from the tattered, broken I-ndividualism.
To White people, I look Mexican or Black. To Black people, I look Mexican, White or Indian. I’ve been chased by girls chanting the N-word at me.
Life is a continual dance of polarity. The ancient tantrics knew it. And anyone who regularly enjoys mind-blowing sex and happy relationships knows it.
Addiction, injustice, neediness, neglect, heartbreak, loneliness -- these are values that need to be addressed and transformed. These are Act Two problems.
White people can empathize with this terrifying reality. But we cannot be inside the lived reality that forms for a Black man when the police approach.
I asked, “What is mine to do?” Through my spiritual practice arose the idea of creating a documentary on what some were doing to support the end of racism.