Because of a combination of white privilege and the book’s loss of favor in academia, I was unaware of its existence.
No, you just hadn’t heard about it. No need to beat your breasts and grovel before the fragile narcissists of postmodernist fundamentalist IdPol.
I may even decline to publish them, as I know I walk a fine line between diversity and appropriation.
You don’t have the courage of your convictions, or worse still, of your creativity. Until you sort that out and grow some backbone, writing is not for you.
Also, get over your guilt. Nobody cares! Not even POC. It’s all a game; and you’ve fallen for it hook, line and sinker.