Black Lives Matter (part 2)

Photo by Liz Birnbaum, The Curated Feast

What you name something gives it power. Over this last 8 days, my own protest signs went from “Here to listen” to “Black Lives Matter. Period.” This week I realized a lot of what I’d forgotten. One key moment for me last week was when I explained to my (Midwest, conservative) mom that saying All Lives Matter is problematic. She said she understood “how that would diminish the suffering of others”. Pretty good start. I was grateful that it created a bridge, and now we can keep talking about it.

But most of all, as we worked to #amplifymelanatedvoices (thank you @jessicawilson.msrd and @blackandembodied) through stories on this account, I remembered how much is yet to be done. I thought about my background, my legacy, and my voice.

At The Curated Feast, we exist to share the stories that don’t otherwise get told. We exist to uplift the stories of other businesses. We exist to remind everyone that there’s a deeper story in everything — especially in every bite of food we each eat.

We are here to talk about what we know collectively. What we’ve lost collectively. And what we can re-build collectively.