Protesteerijad on Katherine Heigli kimbatusse ajanud: kuidas ma selgitan selgitamatut


Protesteerijad on Katherine Heigli kimbatusse ajanud: kuidas ma selgitan selgitamatut
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Näitleja Katherine Heigl tunnistab sotsiaalmeedias, et nutab iga õhtu, sest lihtsalt ei leia endas jõudu, millega tütre positiivset loomust murda.

Näitlejannal Katherine Heiglil ja Josh Kellyl on adopteeritud mustanahaline kaheksa-aastane tütar Adalaide, kellele ema kuidagi toimuvat selgitada ei oska, vahendab Fox News.

Heigl selgitab sotsiaalmeedias jagatud postituses, et pigem hoidub riigis toimuva kommenteerimises, kuid nüüd ei suuda ta enam oma tundeid varjata ja vajab lihtsalt targemate abi. "Kuidas ma seda kõike Adalaide'ile räägin? Kuidas ma selgitan selgitamatut? Kuidas ma saaks teda kaitsta? Kuidas ma suudan lõhkuda ta positiivset ja elavat loomust," kurdab Heigl postituses.

Staar tunnistas, et nutab tihti õhtuti voodis, sest tunneb nii kohutavalt kaasa kõigile emadele ja lastele, kelle lapsepõlv on lihtsalt seetõttu rikutud, et riigis ellujäämine vajab eraldi teadmisi. "Mu valge mull on hakanud lõhkema, sest mul on mustanahaline tütar ja mul on Korea päritolu tütar, Korea päritolu õde ja õelapsed."

Näitlejanna sõnul ei osanud ta varem aimatagi, kui suuri probleeme Ameerikas rassismiga on. "Olin naiivne. Olin lapsik. Olin pime kõigi nende suhtes, kes mu õde tema kaunite mandlisilmade tõttu erinevalt kohtlesid."

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Page 1. I’ve debated posting this. I don’t typically use my platform or social media to say much when it comes to the state of our country. I keep most of those thoughts to myself. I act quietly and behind the scenes. I let those with far more experience, education and eloquence be the voices for change. But I can’t sleep. And when I do I wake with a single thought in my head. How will I tell Adalaide? How will I explain the unexplainable? How can I protect her? How can I break a piece of her beautiful divine spirit to do so? I can’t sleep. I lay in my bed in the dark and weep for every mother of a beautiful divine black child who has to extinguish a piece of their beloved baby’s spirit to try to keep them alive in a country that has too many sleeping soundly. Eyes squeezed shut. Images and cries and pleas and pain banished from their minds. White bubbles strong and intact. But I lay awake. Finally. Painfully. My white bubble though always with me now begins to bleed. Because I have a black daughter. Because I have a Korean daughter. Because I have a Korean sister and nephews and niece. It has taken me far too long to truly internalize the reality of the abhorrent, evil despicable truth of racism. My whiteness kept it from me. My upbringing of inclusivity, love and compassion seemed normal. I thought the majority felt like I did. I couldn’t imagine a brain that saw the color of someone’s skin as anything but that. Just a color. I was naive. I was childish. I was blind to those who treated my own sister differently because of the shape of her beautiful almond eyes. Or her thick gorgeous hair. Or her golden skin. I was a child. For too long. And now I weep. Because what should have changed by now, by then, forever ago still is. Hopelessness is seeping in. Fear that there is nothing I can do, like a slow moving poison, is spreading through me. Then I look at my daughters. My sister. My nephews and niece. George Floyd. Ahmaud Arbery. Breonna Taylor. The hundreds, thousands millions more we haven’t even heard about. I look and the fear turns to something else. The sorrow warms and then bursts into flames of rage.

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