About The Wendy Jane Soul Shake Blog Archive (2012 - 2023)

I created the blog, Wendy Jane’s Soul Shake, as a way to understand, document, process the journey I was on—I had questions for myself. Why did I care about cross-racial connection from the time I was a child? Why did I think so much about and care about racism in this country? Of course it started as attention given to the overt racism that was the only kind, I—as someone who grew up toward the end of the civil rights era—and, most white people could see. There was also the subtle, that I didn’t speak aloud, that floated around in my head, that I didn’t have language for: the exclusion of Black people that I saw happen in overt and covert ways in my social, work, and neighborhood settings.

Of course, a journey is not linear, not an easy, straight line. As myself and the nation of white people in this country finally started to fully wake up to racial violence, and systemic racism, the focus of my writing and the blog shifted to reflect that. To finally investigate whiteness, and the work I needed to do to learn and unlearn, and to undo it.

It’s a lifelong journey, the undoing of racism, of my own whiteness, of course, and my stopping writing the blog does not mean I think I’ve completed the journey. It does not mean I think I’m a “good, white person.” It does not mean, my care or my work in undoing whiteness, and working on anti-Black racism has waned, like so much of white America has shown us, almost four years past the murder of George Floyd.

I know I thought about whether it was my place as a white, Jewish woman to continue to write about race. Perhaps that’s a cop out. Yet, my journey continues. It continues in my “offline” work alongside other white people, in multi-racial community, and social justice spaces, because one of the valuable lessons I have learned while on this journey, is that it is all about community, and building relationships. That nobody does this work alone.

I am truly indebted to my Wendy Jane Soul Shake readers over the past decade. It was always the best feeling to connect with what you shared with me about your experience, whether it was as a white person struggling with speaking your truth on your journey to undo whiteness, and fight against racism, or whether I heard from Black people who shared their lived experience—all the harm, the micro-aggressions, the violence committed against them by police officers, the appreciation for amplifying the work of Black people doing the work, as well as the honest call-outs and call-ins, when I needed to face the places where what I wrote showed my ignorance, was offensive, or caused harm.

Thank you for the bottom of my heart for the connections we made through Wendy Jane’s Soul Shake. It is a critical time in this country. When white Conservatives are using their power in government to do away with Diversity, Equity, Inclusion in the workplace, K - 12 school, and university settings, do away with affirmative action, erase Black history being taught in the schools, ban books written by Black authors, it is my hope that white people will see that it is imperative we fight for the true liberation of Black people in this country.

Early ABOUT page for Wendy Jane Soul Shake Blog

Some people say they don't see race -- they claim to be color blind and that, with the election of a black President at the time I first started this blog, we now live in a post-racial society.I say I always see race. But I see it only in black and white. When I first began writing about race ten years ago, I couldn't stop thinking about, writing about, or wanting to connect with black people. It felt like an obsession, and as I once heard Bruce Springsteen say, “...sometimes you have to get crazy with your obsessions.” (Let this be the only time a white guy is quoted in this blog.)Inititially, I hoped this blog would help me identify why I have always been so attracted to black people and black culture. Did it start with my fantasy of marrying Michael Jackson when I was 10 years old? Did it stem from memories of growing up mid-way through the civil rights era in Waterbury, CT, a diverse old industrial town ? Was it stewing when I told my parents I didn't want to go to private high school? They were worried about me going down the wrong path. I was worried about being in a homogenized milk-toast pool of rich white kids. The term "white bubble" didn't exist yet, and I myself wasn't able to verbalize what was going on in my head and my heart when it came to noticing race, and relationships between people of different races.All I know is the lid got blown off when I moved to Tulsa, Oklahoma in 2003, after living eighteen years as an adult in New York City. I had resided in the East Village when it was still a heavily Hispanic and Latino neighborhood, took daily subway rides where I literally rubbed elbows and all other kind of body parts I wished I hadn't, with people of all races and ethnicities, and worked side-by-side with many black staff members in a homeless services agency. I went from that, to Tulsa, to a neighborhood that appeared white as far as the eye could see, to a city that was home to the horrific Tulsa Race Riot, (now rightly called race massacre) of 1921 that destroyed the affluent black Greenwood neighborhood—to a city that had Native Americans, Mexican Americans and African Americans, yet there didn't seem to be too much mixing it up among these diverse groups of people.Though I speak of diversity, the people I really cared about were black people. And when I got to Tulsa, I missed them. I mean, I really, really missed them. So, I signed on as a volunteer at The African American Resource Center at a Tulsa library on the North Side—the side that all the white people said to stay away from because of, you know, that's where all the black people live. I also became a stalker. I approached random black people in public places like Target, or the supermarket. I struck up conversations with the African American owner of an upscale bakery. I did this just to say hello, and let them know (wink, wink) that I was a cool white person who wanted to connect with them. I started writing about my personal experiences with black people. It was the only outlet I could think of; the only way to try and make sense of my obsessive thoughts and actions.This blog, Wendy Jane's Soul Shake, which initially began as a place to reflect on my desire for cross-racial connections, and to speak on inclusion and exclusion, has shifted in focus due to all that has been brought to light within the last few years: police killings of unarmed black, men, women, and children; the waking up of white people, including myself, to our white privilege, and institutional racism, and of course, with the election of the current President, speaking to the nightmare of hate and racist policies, and stirring up of racial hatred that is unashamedly being brought back to the surface here in America. Of course, even though white people weren't paying attention, all of this existed before a few years ago. I know racial injustice, the noticing of micro-aggressions, and exclusion of Black and Brown people in day-to-day white supremacist centered American life, have been on my mind since I was a little girl, but didn't have the words, the vocabulary, the consciousness to speak on it.I knew from the beginning, and sometimes worried that my writings will, at times, or maybe all of the time, seem to patronize, exoticize, idealize, romanticize, or exhibit some sort of white-gaze racism even, but have learned to do my best to be honest, and not fear the uncomfortability that comes with working to understand the construct of race and racism in our society, and more importantly, to do the work to break down the systems of white supremacy that center whiteness as the norm, thereby perpetuating the inequities and injustices that exist in this country for Black and Brown people. I am honored to share my posts with you. I look forward to hearing your comments and feedback.Thank you's: I'd like to thank the many people who have helped and supported me in my writing, and in the creation of my blog: Susan Hradil, Ellen Taylor, Mary K Connor, Wanda Rickerby, Myrna Griffith, Marie Esposito (my writing group friends), Aaron Kent Warder for the amazing logo, Atinuke Diver of Yes We're Together, Amy Marcott for blog tech-set up and consultation, Hollis Gillespie and Michael Alvear for their most awesome Atlanta's Famous Blogging Workshop, Dan Blank for his great on-line blogging workshop via Writer's Digest, friends, Anisa Raoof, Cathy Carr Kelly, Marci Rosenthal, Eric Ward, Andrea Sparkman, Denise Necie White, Jay Seay, and Eric Jerome Dickey, for their encouragement, and my family, especially my two daughters, Darla and Leni for their love and support.