Worthy — Glamorous by Way of the 8 Pillars of Caste.

Worthy

Looking fully engaged, we are going to debate the shit out of MY MUM IS WHITE.

Glamorous

Two moments from each participant's life. We don't have to debate the shit out of our mum's life. We're just fucking sensational.

Offensive

The legacy that causes our need to be worthy and hide our glamour is captured in the institution's introduction to MY MUM IS WHITE.

A close up.

Let's change that a bit. Reread the last sentence. Now read this. 'It is a collective reckoning and a public call to acknowledge the nuances of experiences at the intersections of white identity.'

Cause

The pillars that uphold that need for us to explain our life, and a white person to simply live their life.

Workshop

The attendees introduce themselves. HOME volunteer, sorry I can't remember her name, Kirsty, Maria, Dionne, me, Adam, Elena.

Watching me in front of the pillars explaining the pillars.

Adam explaining how one of his kinky hairs in his glamorous consultancy sink drives him out. The room we are stood in is its ghost. Where he will take back control.

We enter the magical forest enchanted by the 7 participants' ghosts.

Dionne is possessed. Her voices changes. Her diction slows. Her eyes are far away. In the past. She keeps repeating one line — until she can tell us. We listen — we give her space. Dionne and Elena hug.

We return. Closer. In touch. Human. Notice Elena has moved next to her new friend. To begin a tribe that is geek and ghetto. Young artists. That can embrace posh Persian Pegah who has her back to us.

The offensive sentence is written by a mixed-race person.

MY MUM IS WHITE is nothing of the sort. It is one human to another human showing their heart in their story. Sometimes that heart is in pain. Sometimes that heart is glorious.

This is the ghost of what we shared.

All modern pics by @s.b.hughes