After a half dozen excursions from the craft lab and back, can unequivocably confirm that installing castors on the behemoth was worth the effort. And it absolutely does not need locking castors–freakin thing weighs 90 lbs; it barely moves when I want it to. Is nice to have the counterweight somewhat stabilized and off my feed dogs.
Basketcase is finally trimmed and the binding is attached. Now just 31′ feet of blind hand-stitching. I really need to stop doing the depressing maths. I guess I know what I’m taking to the Sit & Stitch tomorrow. Ruby can wait for prep; tis the season to close out builds of all sorts. Also cold at night.
While making racism bad seems like a positive change, we have to look at how this functions in practice. Within this paradigm, to suggest that I am a racist is to deliver a deep moral blow — a kind of character assassination. Having received this blow, I must defend my character, and that is where all my energy will go — to deflecting the charge, rather than reflecting on my behavior.
The good/bad frame is a false dichotomy. All people hold prejudices, especially across racial lines in a society deeply divided by race. I can be told that everyone is equal by my parents, I can have friends of color, and I may not tell racist jokes. Yet I am still affected by the forces of racism as a member of a society in which racism is the bedrock.
~Robin DiAngelo, White Fragility, 2018.