When Antiracism Becomes Trauma

It was 7pm in my apartment situated just south of Boston where I have spent much of the recent months participating in antiracism efforts largely rooted in the tragic murder of a Black man. As I sat down in my red office chair to await the start of a psychoanalytic discussion on racism, I attempted to firmly embody the power and passion its color evoked. I made a point to glance at the wall art hanging just to the right of my Zoom…