Decolonising

Reprogramme your brain. Time is not linear. Fuck the Queens Enlgish it’s time to reclaim the exiled children of empire.

I realise I have been lazy. What exactly was a I writing about in my last post and was it white centering? Of course it was I’m a white woman pointing fingers, exploding her brain onto social platforms. Asking bigger question than I can articulate without addressing some of the key issues of being a colonialist? For fuck sake and I feel I have the right to dish out advice like sweeties. It’s mental out there. Or is it mental in here?

So lets go back a few weeks when I was writing about Environmental Activism and declaring that I was taking a trauma-informed approach to healing. Then I went on to explore my privilege at length. In wishy washy non-committal ways without coming straight out and saying I’m privileged. I have the right to winge about lostness and diaspora having actively chosen exile in my life. I know. I’m so up my own arse sometimes.

Now I am about to write about all my justifications for writing about decolonisation as a white person. As a Scottish person. Identity politics is a trick I realise. Fuck or is it? It seems based on separation consciousness, where you might never be white enough or black enough for that matter. Language, religion and class all become strange caveats into which we have to disect or direct our behaviour. Have…