E13: Dear Mrs. White Lady, UP NEXT ON WHITE LADY TV: DEI Podcaster Confronts White Lady
A Candid Conversation On The Harm That We’ve Caused
E13-Part 1 Amuse-bouche
E13-Part 2 FULL AUDIO 01:09:48 (Scroll down for Full Video)
UP NEXT ON WHITE LADY TV—DEI Podcaster Confronts White Lady (Aired 9 pm, Fri., March 21)
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Dear Mrs. White Lady,
Let me set the scene: A DEI professional shows some next-level commitment to inclusion by interviewing a nondescript, White Lady with an awkward accent and a modestly above-average vocabulary.
I admit. I’m worried she’s gonna get her ass kicked in the DEI Lounge right after this.
You might think a tête-à-tête amongst two White Ladies on race is set to hit the rocks from the start. Yeah. I thought so too—then I listened to Kim Brassor, One Voice Evolving—and I lost my shit. 🔗
Brassor opens up about how and when she became aware of race. The experiences that shaped her early life—some painful childhood stuff she only hints at. But you feel the weight of it.
Get comfy and settle in. Tissue box. Emotional support blankie. Your go-to comfort food. (Pleading guilty to Stouffers Family Size Mac & Cheese ovah-heeah!)
If you can stomach an historical perspective of the generational harm we White Ladies have perpetrated on generations of Black Ladies—pause here and listen to Episode 7 of Dear Mrs. White Lady, Why We Can’t Get to Equal 🔗 (DMWL).
It’s a recounting of White Lady selfishness—and lack of regard for the generations of abject poverty we knowingly watched Black Ladies needlessly endure.
It’s a reckoning of how much Black Ladies have carried us. It is because of their work in the Civil Rights Movement we were able to even curate our White Lady Privilege.
After 1970, we White Ladies were able to get a bank account. Access credit. Buy property. Attend professional schools and colleges. Sit for the Bar. Medical Board or CPA exam. Pursue a career path. Aspire to many rights that White men in our own lives today would never have supported—and would deny us now.
Anyway, I’d recommend it, even if I didn’t have a cameo appearance. Wink wink. 🍿 🔗
I’m going to take out the pups. Maybe go to the marsh. I have a funny story to tell you when I get back. 🐾 In the meantime. Give a listen. Let me know what you think.
The F-Bomb and The Mop
Cooing: We’re back now. Who’s a good boy! Who’s a good girl! Oh, that’s a good 🥱 stretch.
I love the idea of keeping my Sissy company while she mops her kitchen floor on Saturday mornings and listens to my podcast. If I’m especially long-winded, she’ll wash, dry and fold a load of laundry, maybe two. I should think the DOGE Dogs would commend her efficiency!
This past week she called me—like—on the actual phone. Although, the editor of The Atlantic can neither confirm nor deny this firsthand account over Open-Source AT&T Wireless. It went something like this.
Oh. And because I’m a smarty, I don’t answer the phone with the perfunctory Haallooo…when she calls.
RING 🔔 RING 📞
ME: Who’s dead?
I’ve borrowed this Olympia Dukakis line from Moonstruck for decades. 🍿 🔗
SISSY: God. At least I know you haven’t been kidnapped. You okay?
ME: Sure. I mean the world’s coming to pieces. Miss Emma ate my favorite French lipstick. And I’m out of firewood. Why—
SISSY: Miss Maria, I’ve never heard you swear so much in my life.
I’m tracking. Readjusting frequencies. Okay. Okay. She must’ve just listened to Episode 11 of Dear Mrs. White Lady. 🍿🔗 Oh, dear.
ME: Oh, the Alec Baldwin video. Um. What now?
SISSY: Do I have to call the Sheriff to do a wellness visit on you? You didn’t sound like yourself. I mean. I know your voice, I love your voice, but I’m worried.
To be fair, I think Sissy meant a welfare check. But a wellness visit would be welcomed too. Bring on the Dead Sea Salt body scrub. Grapefruit aromatherapy. Yes, please!
ME: You didn’t know it was a line from a movie. Understood. I feel you. In my defense, I did put the f-bombs in “quotation marks.”
I know this is not going to pass muster (see tangent below). As an aside, if I had written that dialogue from Glengarry Glen Ross, I’d be making no apologies. That was some good shit.
SISSY: You gotta be kidding me. I’m sitting here worried you’re having a breakdown. You got “all swear-y” on me just to tell a story?!
If it surprised you too—you should have heard me when I worked in the crew pits of Talladega in the ‘90s.
The military term, Passing Muster 🔗 has nothing to do with two chauffeur-driven town cars exchanging a jar of Grey Poupon. If it had, Obama wouldn’t have taken such shit from Hannity and the Teamsters for asking for—the caviar of all mustard—with his burger in 2009.🔗 🍿
Hugs,
-m.
P.S. Mental Health is no joke: If you are experiencing a mental health event, call or text 988 for help.
P.S.S. I don’t promote the “Prevention” moniker of the Suicide and Crisis Prevention Line. In my experience—by the time you need to text or call 988—prevention is not your primary concern.