Byron Stokes

May you always have the courage to speak out. And when you do, may it unlock the soul and warm the chilliest of rooms.

… see him. We all know what that’s about. But racism and bigotry don’t always march down the street. Sometimes the racist or the bigot sits down at your dinner table and asks you to pass the bread. Those are the ones who surprise you. Racism grows and festers in intimate spaces and behind closed doors. In the words spoken by the people you know and love and who look just like you.

Now they were angry. No one likes to be called a racist or a bigot. Despite what they say or do.