karin dancy

Hey, 92% Crew. You okay?

I know.

While all the feels started well before November 5, the last couple of weeks have just been EXTRA. Like collective grief on steroids.

The fact is: We’re deeply disappointed. Hurt. Ticked off.

But not completely surprised. We been knew.

As 92%ers, we’ve heard it all. Been called out of our names, as our aunties would say. Sustained insults that cut deeper than machetes. Too often told, “You’re not qualified. You’re not enough. Sorry, not sorry.”

And those who claim universal sisterhood, but voted red? A case study in broken trust by ushering bullies and extreme haters to the front row. Again. (I know, 92% crew. I don’t get it, either.)

The truth is that Black women have survived the worst this country has thrown our way for over 400 years. Attack CRT all you want, but we know America’s history. And our memory runs deep. After all, we’ve had a front row seat, too. To misogyny. To racism. And more. We know it all. What it all does to us, and what it all does to this country.

The 92% crew been knew.

So, we voted for civility. For basic human kindness. For a chance to hit the Reset Button on decency for everyone, not just for ourselves.

We tried, sisters. But, most of America is plugging her fingers in her ears like a child, refusing to listen and understand. A lot of folks insist on having things their divisive, chaotic way. They’re running to WWE style drama, arms wide open.

Let them run.

And let us woosah.

Do what’s best for you, sis. Each day, each moment. Rest when needed. Protect. Pray. Create. Work. Play. Organize. Fight the good fight. Find the best lane for you.

And along the way, reclaim your joy. The kind of joy that comes from knowing that 92% of us really see, love and appreciate US. That we’ve got us. And that we’re absolutely NOT responsible for the hot mess continuing to unfold on our screens.

Let joy be our resistance, our warrior song as precious daughters of the Creator. Post Psalm 30:5 on your bathroom mirror, a sweet reminder that “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”

When disappointment comes a-knockin’, we can rest in joy because our conscience is clear, fam. And, yeah, our 92% Crew Joy will make a lot of folks hopping mad.

But we been knew that, too. 🤎

P.S. We’re blessed to live in a time of bountiful resources that center joy for Black women. If you’re a 92% sis, here are a few to get you started. Know of more? Share in the Comments section.

🤎 Hallmark Mahogany

🤎 The Black Joy Project

🤎 Therapy for Black Girls

🤎 Me3 Project

🤎 Sisters from AARP

🤎 Sis/Auntie/Play Cousin Tabitha Brown (’cause, frfr)

🤎 And then there’s this throwback that centers our joy, 92% Crew. (And, no, I don’t own the rights to this song. But, I sure have it on Repeat right now. Turn up that volume, sis.)