“White ally to the clumsy, completely unnecessary rescue or how NOT to do it.”

Yesterday, after yet another episode of grief (I have just lost my son 3 months ago), chronic migraine and deep depression, I left my house in my Bernie shirt, my love sunglasses, humming our campaign song featuring TonyTig, Bernie, and the amazing Nina Turner. But that is beside the story. I went shopping at the local grocery store and caught a glimpse of a white man who seemed to not respond well to my “positive vibes.” (Or maybe he was just thinking about having to return to his dreary job on Monday.