I wrote this in 2012. I wish I could say it was a unique occurrence or even the last of its kind. But alas…
I am trying to do my part in understanding and eradicating racism. But then again, what is my part? It’s hard to know and recognize my own racism as long as it is hard to know and recognize my own privilege in this world. And I know in my heart that it’s tied together. When I cling to my privilege it is at someone else’s expense.
I continue to try to learn whatever I must to prevent such heinous injustices. The best work I can do is to see and feel the wrongs and day to day life. And protect those those who need it by searching within and by speaking out.