PrintJuly 20, 2013
Birth of a Racist
When I awoke this morning and looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I had undergone a fundamental transformation -- a Kafkaesque metamorphosis. I was no longer myself. I had become...a racist.
I didn't do it to myself. I've always been sensitive to race. I don't support racism or racists. I've never considered myself racist and don't think others would consider me a racist. How could I be one now?
I never enslaved anyone, prevented them from working or voting or living in my neighborhood or joining my clubs. I don't think there was any proof that George Zimmerman did either.
But now I know if I ever cross or injure a black person -- no matter how justified my actions might be -- there is a presumption that I am a racist.
I don't like it at all. It isn't true. But here I am, non-racist me trapped inside this new racist body I've been assigned. My actions and beliefs are...(Read Full Article)
