I am pierced by grief and anger over the death of George Floyd by another white man and others who stood by and watched. The idea stuns, yet it happens again and again and again.
Does it start by keeping silent during a racist joke your friends tell? Or damning someone who is gay because a pastor said so? Did a parent say it was all right to be anti-Semitic or that you are better than somebody else? That your wants in life are somehow better or that you are more entitled to the pursuit of happiness simply because you have some sort of pure, white, and rare essence?
There is only one race, called the human race, which happens to contain many colors; it's called melanin for those of you not paying attention. Peel off your outsides and you are as bloody on the inside as anyone else. Check to see if you have a heart, and if you do use it to love, not hate. And I mean the kind of gritty love that fights for justice and bears with each other in the struggle against hate and prejudice.
Mary F. Lee
Duluth
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