A final reflection on my troubling time at United Way

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My father and my uncle — both of whom I call dad — are dead Black men. They were giants to me. I close my eyes and see my father sitting cross-legged on his bed, ashing his cigarette as he gave me advice with a voice that would soon be mine. I picture my uncle standing in the doorway of my room, calmly explaining why things are the way they are and how to move in a way that would see me come back home alive.

Over the last year, I’ve sought counsel from deceased Black men and women more…

Even when you call them in, whiteness reacts

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While attending an all-staff meeting at my former employer, Greater Twin Cities United Way, I called out problematic language from an executive leader. A month later, I was offered a voluntary separation agreement with a condition; I keep quiet about it.

This seems to be a pattern.

On March 19th, I called my former HR Director to ask why I needed to sign an NDA and non-disparagement clause to receive my severance package. We talked about… a lot. …

Jerrald Spencer Jr

Graphic Designer, Illustrator, Fighter for Equity

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