Just a few random and rambling thoughts from my middle-age Black mind. I have reached a bit of a crossroads, where I am truly struggling to grasp whether or not anti-racism work is simply feel-good busywork for white people. Or if transformational change is possible that doesn’t come at the emotional and mental expense of …
The truth bothers me. It always has. Not because I don’t like it, but because of the implied obligations. The truth will out and the truth will set you free and a million other clichés all express the idea that truth is a sort of unstoppable elemental force that, once revealed, will drive away the …
When I wrote about racism back in the days of my Bangor Daily News column, the comments always included someone telling me I shouldn’t “hate myself” because I’m white. I always thought the readers were missing the point—I had worked through “white guilt” back in the ‘80s and ‘90s. I knew all the facts about …