It's been an exhausting week in the newsroom.
Every day it's part of my job to consume and interpret so much information. And so often I see how we can get so passionate about the work we put in, we sometimes forget to take care of ourselves.
So I just want to take the time to acknowledge all my black contributors in media — the artists, writers, reporters, photographers, and activists who are out there putting in the time to do good work — I want you all to know that you are entitled to your personal space and well-being. And if you ever feel overwhelmed to the point where you know you'll need to take some time away from the noise, then don't feel ashamed or 'less than' for wanting to unplug and find some peace.
I'll have my days where I'll get so tired of having to hand-hold and explain to those who would rather derail, dispute, and dismiss the truth instead of coming to terms with the reality that we live in a world where anti-blackness is very much alive and well. It is voluntarily work. And I don't owe anyone the time to walk them through the what ifs and the whys and the hows.
Because at the end of the day when I take out the trash, I have no moral obligation to devote my time and energy to educate it.
Protect your energies.
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