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A brave take on a tough subject, Elliot. Growing up in Toronto, hearing the n-word in my circle was a rarity — but I certainly heard and continue to hear my share of casual racism. As a child/youth, like yourself, I struggled with being respectful to my elders. As an adult I don’t stand for it and often find myself butting heads with family, colleagues, etc, for which I’m usually labelled a ‘bleeding heart’ or leftist. I don’t mind. The proliferation of racism today boggles me — it saddens me deeply to see it live on in my generation. As a child I naively thought it would die out with my parents’ generation.

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