There’s this shitty thing that happens when you learn about the reality of racism, sexism and misogyny. You start to hear it from the mouths of your parents, grandparents, friends and siblings and you can’t ignore it anymore but you’ll see how many of them will ignore you when you speak out about it.
One day last semester I was on the bus heading to class and I was like ‘fuck class started ten minutes ago I’m going to be late again.’
And then I looked down and realized that my professor was in the seat in front of me editing his powerpoints for the class that we were both supposed to be in.
I have seen the first photo a lot on tumblr and I thought I would tell you guys the story behind this house. Since I could remember this house has always been pink. It is a block away from my mothers job and my siblings and I were always amazed by it. A pink house in park slope. Beautiful.
Anyway the house was painted pink by a man who’s wife had lost her fight to breast cancer in honor of her. When he painted it pink as you could assume many people on the block were upset. Because it diminished the value property of the area.
The women in the first photo is Solange, Beyonce’s sister. I remember when she did the photoshoot there. My brother and I saw her on my way to see my mother and stopped to watch.
In the second photo is the house a week ago from today. Sadly the man died and the community took no time to repaint the house back to it’s original color which broke my heart.