Racism doesn’t exist to make you miserable. It’s an institution that can’t be erased because too many people who look like you believe in it.
It’s disconcerting to hear a white woman express how tired she is of hearing about systematic…
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In a way I think it’s even more insidious than that. I think many, many, people who look like me *don’t* believe in racism as an institution, even while they’re practicing it. It’s a can’t-see-the-forest-for-the-trees kind of problem. Nobody wants to think of themselves as racist. So they don’t, and then they’re done. I don’t know how to break that block, other than trying to force people to the point of empathy. But I do think it’s my problem to work on it, because that perspective is not rare among people who look like I do.

Am I gonna get sick of hearing about systemic racism? Not nearly as sick as I already am of not hearing about it when it’s a constant, steady drone through life. Not nearly as sick as I am of hearing people who look like me tell me how racist they aren’t.

I would apologize on behalf of white folks, but there are still too many who’d make that apology a lie. I don’t have a better idea than speaking up, than raising the questions, than hoping that maybe once in a while I can give somebody who’s a lot more than tired a chance to just not have to go there.

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