Kim Crayton ~ Her/She

I’m stepping out of my winter hibernation again to share something that’s been sitting with me. Today, and not for the first time, I’ve felt off. Not sad. Not depressed. Not hopeless. Just…flat. Colorless. Disconnected. Joyless in a way that doesn’t fit my usual patterns.

How many of you must die before you realize that the myth of white supremacy is also your enemy and that it is the ONLY barrier between reclaiming your humanity and the liberty we all deserve and not the feared "other" View quoted note →

I woke up this morning with two things looping in my mind. The lyrics to Michael Jackson’s “Will You Be There” and the phrase, “I am that I am.” They arrived alongside something I’ve said for years and wish I didn’t know to be true: nothing meaningfully changes until white folx lose what they’ve always assumed was guaranteed.

On this final day of 2025, I’m stepping briefly out of my self-imposed hibernation to share a few thoughts about the future of Life Beyond the Supremacy Myth. I began this year holding onto two fragile hopes: that the harm many of us were bracing for wouldn’t be as chaotic or devastating as those in power seemed eager to inflict, and that I would find my way out of the fog I’ve been in since publishing Profit Without Oppression in 2023,

I can’t believe that my professional year has come to an end. In just a few short hours, I’ll be logging out of all social media, email, and even the PWO Community and I won’t return until February 1, 2026. For years, I’ve been intentionally reshaping my life to more closely follow the seasons. And like most living things in the northern hemisphere, it’s time for me to enter my hibernation season. This is the period I set aside every year to rest, recover,

When I talk about Profit Without Oppression, I’m not talking about tearing down every economic idea we’ve inherited. I’m talking about telling the truth about how those ideas have been practiced and the harm those practices continue to produce. Because the truth is: Capitalism, in theory, is simple. It’s the idea that someone can sell something of value in exchange for something else valued, grow food, raise animals, build housing, make clothing,

I facilitated my final PWO Community event for the year this past Saturday, and as I prepare for my yearly “hibernation,” something’s been off. I’ve been trying to name the feeling, to place the source of this restlessness. This year is ending with far more clarity than it began, but there’s still this nagging, unsettled hum underneath everything. And then it hit me: The world is on fire.

I’ve spent years watching the consequences of white men guessing, and sometimes outright making shit up, while holding immense power over our economy and society. Take my time at the Chicago Stock Exchange. I witnessed decisions that determined billions of dollars in value based on theories and assumptions that were often incomplete, inaccurate, or self-serving.

A recent article in The Washington Post, Trump's Attack On DEI May Hurt College Men, Particularly White Men, highlights a paradox: Trump’s attacks on DEI (Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion) programs are framed as protecting white men, but they’re actually setting them up to fail. DEI initiatives aren’t about exclusion, they’re about creating structures of support that allow all students to succeed. And many of those who benefit most from these programs are men, particularly white men.

After I shared my recent reflection on being labeled “intimidating,” a member of the PWO Community offered this response. He affirmed something I already knew, that for many white men, it’s the first time they’ve encountered a Black woman who says “no” without softening it, explaining it, or reshaping herself to protect their comfort. But what struck him even more was the amount of grace he experiences inside the PWO Community. And here’s why that matters: