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White racism is alive and well and living no longer undercover in America and, sometimes, so much so these days that we see it, but we don’t. It damages our citizens, inhibits their growth in ways painful for me to consider. Yet, I know it’s there and I see the people who have suffered through it and it tears at my heart when I see someone I KNOW has suffered at its hands.
How do you dare tell someone, who you see as one of God’s children no matter their color, that they are not good enough to benefit from all this country has to offer? How dare you set yourself up to be superior to them when that is patently untrue? How dare you call yourself a religious person when you practice this bigotry and hatred toward your fellow citizen this way?
How dare you rest easy at night knowing that someone out there is suffering from the slings and arrows your actions have aimed straight at the most vulnerable part of their self-esteem and their very soul? How dare you put your head on a soft pillow when they must try to chase rats and roaches off their sleeping children as you rest.
