Malcolm was over it what 50 years ago?
Brother, ‘theme’?
Anogoya Dagaate

And this is the question I have: considering how many people have been over it since before I was even born, why are we still having these remedial conversations about whether or not racism is a thing? Why does anybody have to tiptoe around it or worry about how it’ll make white people feel?

I think it’s partly because white folks leave the push to black folks, and do not — as Malcolm suggested we should — work in our own communities. In other words, some of the ‘meaningful conversations’ yet to happen are the ones where a white person tells another white person what they just said was not okay, etc. Until a white person’s no more likely to say shockingly racist stuff than to walk into a friend’s house and take a crap on the kitchen floor, here we all are, and what’s a writerly person to do except turn to rhetoric?

We do need more white folks to worry about whether or not they’re being a credit to their race, if you will. ;-) That’s the dynamic I wish I could figure out how to set up.

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