So-called "White Supremacy." "White privilege." Why do some people hold onto these expressions of "Whiteness" (which is a fiction anyway) so tightly? When you remove "Whiteness" from someone's identity and worldview, what's left? 

This week, my super-smart sister-friends from the Association of Black Women in Higher Education pick up our conversation that centers on the question: "Is Whiteness really all you got?" We talk about generational differences in combating racism (this "I'm not my Ancestors, and you can catch these hands!" stuff isn't really new), getting caught up in anti-Blackness at work (listen--when you're the new Black Person at your job, don't disrespect the Seasoned Black Person at your job). What happens when Black folk pull ourselves up by our bootstraps (the ones we had to make from nothing)? Tulsa? Rosewood? Tune in and join us (and we apologize in advance: we cuss a little).