It’s been over a year since I last wrote here.

That wasn’t an accident.

The past year required reflection. It required listening. It required asking myself whether disruption alone was enough for the moment we are living in.

When I first launched Flip The Table For Equity, it was born from fire. Pure fire. From lived experience. From workplace trauma that demanded naming. From systems that needed confronting. From a very clear message to Black women navigating harm: It ain’t you.

That energy was necessary.

But something shifted.

The world shifted. The language around equity shifted. The backlash grew louder. Corporate commitments retreated. Fatigue set in.

Last year, an estimated quarter-million to 300,000 Black women lost jobs or left the workforce as equity commitments unraveled and public-sector roles were cut. That reality isn’t theoretical for me. It’s personal. It’s structural. And it’s part of why this work had to evolve. And I found myself asking a different question:

What does necessary disruption look like now?

Not louder.
Not angrier.
But deeper.
More disciplined.
More sustainable.

I realized that flipping a table is powerful — but building one that more people can sit at is transformational.

And so the work evolved.

Flip The Table For Good Trouble was born from that evolution. Not as a departure from equity, but as a maturation of it. Good Trouble, as my mentor John Lewis taught us, is not chaos. It is principled. It is intentional. It is steady. It requires courage and collaboration.

I no longer feel called only to disrupt systems. I feel called to widen the table.

To create space where truth-centered, anti-racist conversations can happen in real time — grounded in reflection, not reaction. That’s why tea became part of the rhythm. Tea slows us down. Tea reminds us that transformation is not spectacle. It is practice.

The work today is about collaboration. About linking arms across difference. About recognizing that equity cannot be carried by Black women alone, even though we have carried it for generations.

This next chapter is less about proving and more about building.

Less about outrage and more about disciplined dialogue.

Less about surviving broken systems and more about strengthening our collective capacity to transform them.

This next chapter is not mine alone. It is stewarded in collaboration with voices committed to disciplined dialogue and collective change.

If you’ve been here since the beginning, thank you. You witnessed the fire.

If you’re just arriving, welcome. The table is larger now.

Truth.
Tea.
Collective Change.

We’re just getting started.

Flip The Table For Good Trouble

— Luckie