The Uncomfortable Truth About White Allyship

Who’s talking and who’s listening?

Kerala Taylor

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I’m a white woman who writes about race. I’m not always sure if I should be writing about race, or if I’m doing it “right.” Every time I finish a story that draws from my partner’s experiences as a Black man navigating an often hostile white world, I find myself holding my breath when I click the “Publish” button.

I’m trying to speak up for my partner and the many other Black Americans who share facets of his experience. But the line between speaking up for and speaking for can be a delicate one. I’m never sure if and when I’ve inadvertently crossed it.

Of course, I always read my partner my stories before publishing them, but we have our own language when it comes to talking about racial issues, informed by years of context and a shared well of stories. As my cursor lingers over the “Publish” button, I sometimes ask myself, if a stranger reads this, will I come across as too familiar? Am I making assumptions about the so-called “Black experience” based on one Black person I happen to know very well? Do I come across as that obnoxious white person who’s trying too hard? Am I merely centering my own voice while casting myself as an ally?

But I continue to write about these issues for a very simple reason, which I hate to admit, and…

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Kerala Taylor

Award-winning writer. Interrupting notions of what it means to be a mother, woman, worker, and wife. Subscribe: https://keralataylor.substack.com