“A little primer on how to be a good ally:
First, DON'T demand that those you are supporting produce proof of the inequality they are working to resist.
DO recognize that the shield of your privilege may blind you to the experience of others' injustice.
DON'T offer up your relationship with a member of the marginalized group as evidence of your understanding.
DO be open to learning and expanding your consciousness by listening more and talking less.
DON'T see yourself as the Kevin Costner in "Dances with Wolves" or the Tom Cruise in "The Last Samurai." You are NOT the savior riding to the rescue on a white horse. DO notice that you are joining a group of people who are already working to save themselves.
DO realize that the only requirement you need to enter ally-ship is a commitment to justice and human equality.”
—Melissa Harris-Perry (The MHP Show for March 30, 2013)
“There’s no book you can write, no amount of twitter followers, no award you can win that will ultimately make you happy. You will only be happy when you start to focus on the simple daily experiences that make you happy. And that might mean letting go, of other things.”
“Keep your vibration high. Let go of complaining (and listening to it), details and incessant talking. Listen more, use less words and choose your words carefully (do they rise your vibration or lower it?), let go of gossiping (or listening to it), and focus on Being Love. Choose to be with other high-vibrational people and let go of anything that pulls your energy down. Pay attention to how you feel; that is your Inner Guide.”
“Hi, I’m Adam, and I’m an alcoholic. Um, I’ve been sober since I was 17. Um, I knew I had a problem pretty early and I dealt with it because I didn’t wanna wait, and I knew it would just get worse. I felt pretty solid after I stopped drinking, I stopped coming to as many meetings, but lately I haven’t felt so solid anymore so… I had this girlfriend who at first I didn’t like very much, or, I didn’t take her very seriously, I guess. She just seemed like, you know, a piece of ass. But she was persistent, man. And she just hung around, and hung around, and showed up at my place—and gradually, it started to feel better when she was there. It wasn’t “love” the way I imagined it. I just felt weird if I didn’t know what she was up to or whatever. And I liked knowing that she was just gonna be there, and warm, and staying the night. And she acted like I was teaching her everything. About f***in’ history, about sex. She didn’t know what street Central Park started on, or how to use soap. And I showed her. And I wanted that chance to show someone everything. But she changed her mind about me, and it was that fast. I’m so exhausted. Okay. And I’ll bring cookies. I don’t really like cookies that much so don’t get mad if I bring the wrong s***.
“Reality is a concept. Everybody has their own reality (if they are lucky). Most people's reality is an illusion, a great big illusion. You automatically have to succumb to the illusion that 'I am this body'. I am not George. I am not really George. I am this living thing that goes on, always has been, always will be, but this time I happen to be in 'this' body. The body has changed: was a baby, was a young man, will soon be an old man, and I'll be dead. The physical body will pass but this bit in the middle, that's the only reality...