<p>Everything that has ever been gained has been gained through imperfect processes, because there is no other kind of process. My process of learning to unravel the perspectives, reactions, and ways of moving through the world that white supremacy has woven into my body will be imperfect; I’m always going to be discovering more blind spots, and making more mistakes, and finding more room for growth and movement and adaptation. The inevitability of imperfection seems alright to me as long as I can see imperfection for what it is: in movement, unfinished. Imperfections become dangerous when we trick ourselves into believing that we’re finished–when we think we’ve landed somewhere perfect.</p>
