I’ve never really been that into Santa Claus.
When I was little, my parents didn’t bring me up believing in the tale of the man who traveled across the world delivering a bounty of presents (but only seemingly to kids in white, wealthy countries from all the books/commercials…), and either way, I was a pretty skeptical kid so I’m not sure I would have believe them if they tried to convince me of his existence. Still, I can admit, there were times growing up that I wished I had a holiday figure I could look forward to seeing during the holiday season.
Now I work at Women With A Vision in New Orleans, a Reproductive Justice organization rooted in Black Feminist practices that does grassroots policy work with marginalized women across the Deep South. Recently, we were sitting in the office talking about the holidays and how many of us were…
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