![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Her heart leaps when events are sold out weeks in advance and she’s not bothered when her class attendees are predominantly White, even though her liberal arts education has made her all too aware of how exoticization and fetishization should be included as budget line items for their clear effect on her profit margins. She wants to be proud that White people come to her yoga classes. She wants to be proud of what she’s accomplished. ![]() The part of me still desperately craving a seat at that table isn’t seeking any further inquiry into any of my stank-ass baggage. I thought there was a seat for me at the White kids table and all I needed was to muster up the confidence to sit down. God, that sounds disgusting when I say it out loud, but it’s true. And, well, if we’re all admitting things, I can admit that I used to seek approval of White folks. It’s hard to feel chill when no one wants to acknowledge the big-ass racist elephant in the room. What does it mean for the grandchild of African slaves to find solace in an American yoga practice that’s firmly rooted in the soil of White supremacy? ![]()
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