TRUST
I am not afraid to trust my sisters—not I.
So often we look at our sisters, or brothers, with suspicion. We guard our territory well, and are leery of those who might try to usurp it. At work we become competitors, hung up by the belief that only one of us can make it, so we’ll do what’s necessary to make sure we are that one. In love, too, we are competitors, and so we learn to belittle our rivals and anticipate their every action as a move to do us in.
Trust is hard-earned, we’ve heard. Some counsel us to trust no one. It may seem like the smartest way to run our lives, thinking the worst of others and never letting down our guard.
If we can’t learn to trust each other, we are doomed. In trusting, we can help others, and later they can help us. Trusting admits the good in people. African-Americans need to feel solidarity; without trust, there is none.
Call to Action: On this day, I will choose one likely person and begin the long process of forging an alliance based on trust.
