Racist White People

I grew up believing in the notion that people are basically good.

I breathed it… I felt it… and, then I didn’t breathe it or feel it.

I was a kid who had problems with other kids. Bullying—namely.

And, even at the end of the day. Silly me—I believed that people were basically good.

In my defense, I wore rose colored glasses.

Because people are ugly. People are shameful. And, they lack respect. They make me wish I were somewhere else, but not someone else.

I am not like these people I refer to. And so, I spent years and years believing in the goodness of others.

I can’t do that anymore. I can’t put on those rose colored glasses.

They just don’t fit…

These people who I knew had nuances, that were bullies, and who believed strange things… they are who they portray themselves as. They are who I think they are. And, they are who they say they are.

So, today is a day of mourning for me.

Today, I have to say good-bye to my rose colored glasses. Completely and forever GONE!

Just like that…

And, to both sides of my family (with the exception of my mother), I take the extreme measure of bidding them farewell as well.

There is no justice in the black person’s world, nor in the world that supports the black person.

There is no justice for white, racist scum.

Please, if you’ve learned anything these past few weeks, know that you are not alone in your detest for racist white people.

You can and do have a voice in this movement (and in life), regardless of your background.

You will make a difference the moment you do your part. And, we all have a part, big or small.

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