L etter to you who left the workshop early, who chose not to attend:
I t can be difficult to be in the minority. To sit around an oak-hewn table, shoulder to shoulder with writers of color, with a Native human leading, and be given instruction. It might have felt unbalanced. Perhaps you have never been the only one representing your race. Maybe this challenged your idea of place. You were raised with the idea, like so many still are, that Native people and thus their stories are inferior. A people to be administered, to be cared for; that because of your race, your privilege, you should be the one allowing, not the one being granted a place.
Or perhaps other feelings arose: Guilt, perhaps? Or shame or something harder to name. A feeling like regret, but for what, you are still unce