Modern Love - Confronting Race, Religion and Her Heart | With Zawe Ashton

In this week’s essay, Lilian Oben writes about how essential it is to be seen in relationships — to be able to take up space, without being asked to change who we are. Her essay is read by Zawe Ashton ("Betrayal").

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from The New York Times and WBUR Boston. This is Modern Love.

Stories of Love loss and Redemption. I'm your host meghna chakrabarti.

In this week's essay Lillian Hoban writes about how essential it is to be seen in relationships without being asked to change who we are herpes as read by Zoe Ashton that we recently starred in Betrayal on Broadway and in the film velvet buzzsaw.

Even before he spoke I need.

A woman I would meet years later described the sensation as feeling it in the skin.

I felt the words. He was about to say in my skin.

In his I can't do this anymore.

I had what he was reading say.

Something flashed red before my eyes. I was shaking holding the phone to want a screaming but unable to speak.

I thought maybe the West was over.

But he went on to State the obvious.

But I was black.

I'm not Jewish.

He explained that he was not ready to handle the complexities of an interracial relationship in a country like this.

As if it was a 1960s and we were Richard and Mildred loving as if I had fooled him by making a racial and religious switch Midway through our relationship.

My throat closed my chest tightened my eyes stung.

I had myself cool him a bigot the mildest have.

Even though what I really wanted to kill him with a racist.

He said I'm sorry you feel that way.

We have been serious.

Tentative exploring what I might look like. I was in my twenties he and his fantasies. He didn't date casually. He told me at his age. He was always considering long-term potential.

I hated myself for letting him off so easily.

It just felt like to high mountain to climb.

As a black woman in America. I climb that mountain every day.

Have to climb it again because of him.

Instead I spent the days after a breakup replaying his words in my head. I rehearsed for a retake of our conversation in this imaginary conversation. I was brave and strong. I spoke firmly and clearly I held a mirror up to his Prejudice so he could not help but see himself the what he was and hear his words for what a y.

My feelings are untidy, but I have no time to label. I tried to write but everything with mush.

I missed him that resisted the urge to cool.

I reminded myself that I was black.

I'm not Jewish.

By the time the details became fuzzy.

Until he was just a blip of my dating screen a story. I told my friends my black known jewishness cyst being my problem and became his alone.

I started dating again before him I had dated only women so I picked up where I had left off, but oddly avoided anything interracial.

I wondered what made me think I could be with the Manitou. Let alone a white one.

With hindsight. I sold all the signs. That should have hit me off dropping my hand when he saw his friends for example, and with the benevolence forgiveness or Amnesia. I let it go.

When our paths crossed a year-and-a-half later the hardest edges with on leaving Ernie the pope substance of Shad history.

Coffee became lunch lunch became became sex.

Something inmy raised a hand to object, but I ignored it.

I knew what I was doing or thought I did.

I wanted to prove something.

I still desirable but I didn't cash. It was just my body. I told myself my black known Jewish buddy.

The him I imagine the complexities of interracial casual sex in America required a different kind of logic a different kind of bigotry.

During an inspired spell I found myself transferring our relationship to paper what came out was unexpected fresh. The pain seems gone a conversations. Now, I needed a story like Brad and it Rose.

Soon I felt ready to share it with someone and I was where I was going to send it to him even before I actually decided.

He responded to the email draft immediately and the affection in his greasing.

He said my draft was good and human and filled with conflict as though critiquing another couple's Tale.

But then it misses that he was embarrassed by the story.

I again so that flash of red from years before but tried my hand at objectivity. Thank you for the feedback. I began you raise some good point.

It's something in me had been Unleashed and I knew that could be no backing away from the mountain this time.

I emailed him again this time. I did not hold anything back cooling him outside out both frightening and liberating.

I worried about reopening a wound I didn't have the resilience to mend. I wondered if he would respond but focused on how good it felt to finally say everything I had pooled around for so long.

That don't tell me then how much I had edited myself during our relationship afraid of scaring him off.

2 months later his name appeared in my inbox.

I hesitated weary, but curious.

His response was long yet concise deliberate and measures.

I read it twice. I'm sure what I was searching for.

Maybe I had simply hoped it would end with my laptop with me getting the last word.

months passed

and I so have him in every season.

Springtime crossing the street summer walking through the park in the frozen food aisle at an organic food store.

He looked unkempt and seemed startled to see me. So he filled the Silence with Napa starter.

He had a son now today was his breast.

Stamps for apply eyeshadow. My car loan was paid off.

Is a coffee with a friend his name came up?

Whatever happened with you too, by the way, she asked.

I'm so glad I didn't recognize as my own Temple.

I told her about the happiness. I couldn't quite place I missed him sometimes. Yes still felt cheated. Yes owed.


But there is something else I struggled to articulate as she watched me patient open.

Listening pausing emotions that had existed only as masses in my chest was like trying to suppress a gag reflex with a mouth crammed full of marbles all this time. It happened easier to be angry with him to blame him. His wrongs are obvious and easy to label the vernacular for him and those like him already existed. It was nothing new.

but in the end

It was my own feelings of shame that were hardest to unload.

The disingenuousness was not in fact his

All along he had been only exactly who and what he was.

I was the one who shrunk myself.

I had tried to whitewash my blackness polished myself to a colonist Sheen house myself up for his inspection searching for the best light and went to stand to make him forget.

I had said desperately wanted him to find me Worthy.

To have tiles and not at the expense of my Integrity changed me more than any rejection of my black known jewishness ever could.

I listened as if she were hearing and secret she had long suspected but nothing mentioned and I love her for it.

Cheer up my shoulder as I cried off the right questions listen to all of my ounces.

When she told me.

You didn't do anything but love honey.

I was filled the void in me.

Apparently as every self-help book reports love really does start with the self.

David the next two years. I went back to basics. It was not smooth and never count us. But with each one. I learn new lessons while keeping up Mentor front and center.

I felt like a toddler learning to walk then crawl Bandstand and old stand and pho

it felt symbol taneously like the hardest and easiest thing.

Ingratitude started to replace the heaviness that had weighed me down.

When I met a woman who received the answer to everything I was ready for I was eager to test out my self-love see likes and Usain Brody for a tie.

Soon. However, I realized she was less announcer than a test.

And the fact that I could see that so clearly seems like feather proof of my craft.

We parted as friends.

And I continued learning standing bowling.

Waiting at a crosswalk when spraying.

I saw him in a cast up to the light.

He was in the passenger seat women at the wheel.

The years have not changed him and I recognized him before he sold me.

when our eyes met

they held.

And I had in his gaze all the words I had wished for an hour ending.

I'm sorry.

You were right. I wish.

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I didn't know what my own I said to him.

What is the two Restless children in the back up and down in that car seats that mother oblivious to her distracted husband?

I felt myself soften.

The children waved and I smile back.

somewhere on my shoulders

the last of something rhymes

Faye Dunaway

That's Zoe Ashton reading Lily and opens essay confronting race religion and her heart.

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Lillian opens essay was published in 2017, but the relationship she writes about happened. Well before that in 2003, she says it was a memory that lingered the messiest ending ever. And also I'm a dating a woman once and she knew about the relationship with the the man that I wrote about remember when she flung in my face in the middle of an argument something to the effect 2. How could I date this a man who treated me this way?

Stuck and I think it kept me thinking. Why did I let you know? Why did I how could I have did I stay in that other day? But yeah, I think I was I was fascinated because it was the one relationship texts me constantly does competent and ceiling messy and I was curious to know why after the essay was published Lily and didn't see or hear from her ex again, but she did hear from a lot of other people including a former colleague. She ran into on her way to work and I see you walking around there naked I did this record of extreme social anxiety thinking holy crap. Everybody knows my life. What did you do? But then

When I steeled myself enough to really read the comments. I was really overwhelmed by them. So many people wrote about how Vindicated they felt house Powell these experience the same thing some people that it had to read because it was so truthful and spoke with such a true that they themselves me but hadn't been able hadn't been had found the courage enough to articulate feedback like that comments like that. Just that made me think, you know, what for all the nakedness and vulnerability and social anxiety that I feel right now the exploded I feel it's worth it. Lillian says that one reason she was so nervous about publishing the peace and even writing it in the first place was because of how explicitly she writes about race.

Race was an integral part of this relationship. I was aware of that when I was in after I was just in general race was just one of the topics that I never felt comfortable discussing for any number of reasons. I think being a black woman in a country like America racism is a thing as a mountain that we are constantly tearing our backs on us every day.

Sometimes you just don't want to climb at 8, but I also need to get to what I needed to get to I needed to climb the mountain. I can go around it. I can go through it. I needed to confront.

the ways in which we

shrink ourselves and how that impacts your self-worth and and ultimately how it impacts how you view yourself your skill level of self-love and self-acceptance.

We asked Lillian does the moment we are living in now change the way she thinks about her essay.

I am glad that I wrote the piece when I did I'm glad it was published when it was and proud to the beans into that fear of discussing this huge topic when I did because it's empowered me to to continue to try to act on that fearlessness my feeling toward, you know, okay, where are we now and put the black woman? I think my first thing was to do an inventory of have I

Where I can have I used my voice in protest write an inventory that every human should be doing this to every human who claims to be anti-racism. What have I been doing to use my voice in protest empowering to know that I have lily in a single now. She's looking forward to dating again after the pain demick and she told us that even though the relationship she writes about was difficult. It shaped her approach to love. So we asked her what changed.

Oh my God, everything my whole self.

I think I was always a way to prior to that relationship. I was always kind of getting bits of myself just bits as a result of that relationship in the introspection in the writing of the species is just really embolden need to just keep trying as much as possible to walk in total fearlessness and to lean into vulnerability of myself.

Unapologetically and know that I was also deserving of of that.

We will.

That's Lillian Hoban. She's an actor and writer living in New York City to find out more about her work. Go to Lillian That's Lillian Oben. Com. We got more after the break.

Here's that we Ashton a huge fan of Modern Love the podcast and so choosing between the stories is extremely when you find one that resonates with you. It just talked to the absolute cool because the person who's writing it as is writing from such an incredible pace of tree.

This particular story went straight to the heart because two reasons I suppose as a biracial woman who is a product of interracial love. I have such an awareness and and retroactive admiration and gratitude for my parents to go out together and formed a loving Union in order to make me and my brother and my sister but at a time that was completely different to the time that I live in now and that one that one more time that presents was even more political than then then it might be now and am I supposed secondly we all out of moments in time where we are witnessing a wave of Revolution with regards to race and the Arawaks.

Survive systemic oppression and violence that is unlike anything many people have seen and that life times and let me I haven't and it's also June and it's pride month about the way that marginalised people wanting to be acknowledged and I feel like this is a story about a woman who wanted to be seen and acknowledged and wasn't and instead made herself small.

And we're at a time where we are saying? No, we will not make myself smaller. We will not shrink our experiences. We will not whitewash us house. We will not Bend to the majority. We will love and be Vivid and in color in every way and so that the story feels extremely pertinent against this backdrop.

Thank you to Zoe for recording herself at home. She recently starred in Betrayal on Broadway.

And he was Daniel Jones editor of the Modern Love column for the New York Times off until writers that the more interesting story is not a story of blame. That's not to say that flame is equal in a breakup or any other kind of conflict or the one person is more deserving of blame.

And the other but the more interesting story is the one where we examine our own.

culpability and our own

Involvement in decisions and in denial and all of this sort of complicated emotions that in examining them are what lead us to grow.

And Lillian's essay is really remarkable in that.


was the impulse and blame with Justified but that the growth had to come from the self-examination and the sense of complication of of who she was trying to be and whose approval she was trying to gain and

That's a truly reckon with but it happened in to get past it. She had to come back to her own sense of value and there was a point where she could begin to free herself and to feel a sense of Grace about what had transpired.

Well, this is usually the part where I read the credits, you know how that part goes. It starts Modern Love is a production of the New York Times and WBUR Boston NPR station, but the credits are going to be a little bit different this time because it's also the last time I will be reading these credits doyou WBUR is bringing its relationship with the podcast to a close. Don't worry there will still be a modern love podcast. It'll be back in your feed from the New York Times and it'll be as wonderful and as moving as ever since it'll be in the hands of Daniel Jones Modern Love editor for the New York Times and Julia Simon on just Remy and and merely at the times to and Lisa Tobin as well who conceived of the Modern Love podcast, but since this is my last time together with you, just bear with me for a few extra moments because there's stuff I want to say like singing the extra Praises of producer director.

An editor Caitlin O'Keefe and of sound designer Matt Reed, they are truly the heart and soul of this podcast and executive producer Iris Adler and editor Kathryn Brewer and also all the technical help we receive from Michael Garth. We are all still here at WBUR, but we're saying goodbye together to the podcast and finally most importantly I want to thank you. We've been together across millions of downloads and hundreds of incredible stories. Thank you so much for listening for sharing and for reflecting with us.

People have really let us into their lives in the most remarkable ways. And so I'm thinking about saying goodbye. I started thinking this week of one of my favorite movie scenes. It's this tiny little moment in Saving Private Ryan. It's the scene where Miller and Ryan. Yep. Tom Hanks and Matt Damon. They're sharing memories of home. Remember there in a battlefield in World War II and when they're sharing their memories Miller simply says well when I think of home, I think of something specific I think of a hammock in the backyard or my wife pruning the rose bushes and a pair of my old work gloves.

And then Private Ryan Matt Damon again Private Ryan talks for a long time a really long time about his brother's Antics. He goes on and on and on and on and finally he stops and he remembers how Miller I basically said nothing. So he turns back to Miller and he says hey tell me more about your wife and those rose bushes.

And then Miller replies no.

That one I save just for me.

Well, I've always thought that Miller was exactly right. It's the reason why I love that same so much. He's basically saying our stories are so precious. So private that it makes perfect sense that we want to keep the most tender the most meaningful ones secure in our own hearts that we want to protect them.

Sue for people to be willing to share those stories with a worldwide audience. Well, that's one of the reasons why it has been such a privilege to be alongside all of you for this podcast. There is so much Beauty and Bravery here the everyday people we featured have let us into their lives first with their essays and then with the follow, so thank you so much for trusting us with your stories twice.

Well, that's it from me. I'm meghna chakrabarti. I'll see you around.
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