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We need to own the truth, however painful.

That’s how change happens.

I thank you, Elliot Nichols , for your honesty and willingness to put yourself in the line of fire.

Your choice of title stopped me in my tracks. It did its job. WTF? I, too, avoided reading your piece at first. But I came back, because the title haunted my thoughts. I didn’t know what it meant. I didn’t know what you intended. I needed to know.

White people who want to eliminate prejudice need to own this casual racism. It is what I grew up with. It formed part of my pre-logical foundation in a way I don’t know if it is possible to exorcise.

My logical mind can hack around it, but it lurks, a tribal demon, in the shadows.

Will I ever be rid of it, or will I merely be able to wrestle it into submission? I don’t know.

What I do know is my words and actions are mine to control. That’s easy. For everyone.

The fact that slurs and stereotypes (which I think are far more insidious) are exchanged in closed company is proof that everyone can control it.

I can only govern myself. The best I can do is conduct myself in a manner that prevents this virus from infecting future generations.

To do this, I need acknowledge my demons.

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