I confess, I don't get out much. I neither follow nor watch the Academy Awards, and I missed the now infamous Onion tweet about Quvenzhané Wallis. I haven't even seen her movie yet. So I've been piecing together a picture of what happened at the beginning of this week from blog posts.

I've shared one on Facebook and retweeted a couple more. I've read others that have broken my heart, left me furious, and shamed me as a self-identified feminist/humanist and a white woman. The picture I'm finally piecing together makes it crystal clear to me how much I still have to learn about racism in this country and how very far we, as a country, still have to go before we can actually say we're a post-racial society without fully deserving a hearty guffaw.

I find it especially ironic that all of this - the original, offensive tweet; the following defense; the otherwise nearly deafening silence from the white part of our society - has happened just as the US was wrapping up the one month of the year that is supposed to be devoted to looking at the history of Race in America specifically and the world in general. Instead, the popular media in my twitter feed started promoting their March schedules of events. They, we, were promoting Women's History while ignoring it's unfolding at the intersection with Race.

And I can't let it go.

I feel like I'm waking up, and I can't let go of the idea that amazing little girls, girls who see themselves in Quvenzhané Wallis and Amandla Stenberg (and boys who see themselves in Dayo Okeniyi, for that matter), live with this reality.

Do what you will with these thoughts, but my take-away is that while Black History Month may be over, it doesn't end here. I need to keep learning. I need to keep looking. I need to see. I need to recognize. I need to speak up.