Grieving the hate-filled murder of eight precious Asian lives in Atlanta.
I’ve always found anger easier to access compared to grief. I’m learning that there’s a point where the two occur side by side in a moment of sacred rage.
One of the things I love about being Asian-American is that our families are expansive. Any woman of an earlier generation can be my tita. Any man my tito.
When Lulu Wang sees among the victims of the attack the women working home to send money home, to send kids in school, I get that. These are the women who ran so I could walk. Working as women in American hospitals during the Jim Crow Era. Sending money back to the Philippines for younger siblings, like my dad, paving the way for my life to be what it has been.
I wish there was something I could say or do to make it stop. Right away, once and for all. But there’s no healing without grief.
Asian(Am) fam, I love us. Keep excelling and making the world better for each other. My inbox is open if you need encouragement, listening, or grieve and rage.
To everyone else, be kind. The kind of kind that mourns with those who mourn and dismantles racist systems. Stop sharing the killer’s picture, we don’t need that. And if you’d like to make a donation to @apen4ej, @advancingjustice_aajc, @stopaapihate, or @napawf, I’ll match you up to $316
UPDATE: You’ve all helped me meet my match goal and then some! Thanks- if anyone wants to extend the match a bit further, LMK!