Stories of egregious racism are always painful to read but I read all I come across because I have little other way of trying to know a bit of the pain that African Americans experience to this day.
For centuries, White Americans tore Africans from their families and communities, sold the survivors like cattle in the Americas, enslaved them and their descendants, then when slavery ended institutionalized their racism as legal segregation and bequeathed this to their children for generations more.
It is all still with us today in a different form. And yet countless white Americans insist there is no discrimination and blame African Americans for their own problems. In the land of the free and the home of the brave, where there is supposedly (as I was told as a child) “truth, justice and the American way,” the black community continues to suffer this heartbreaking, frustrating injustice, and I fear it could take centuries more to undo it.