We are all the same, and bleed Red blood yet somehow, Black suffering is always, always…
Cachae A. Thomas

I understand your point although I’m sure not as fully because I’m white. I’m almost 60 and grew up in an all white suburb attending an all white school. The only black person I knew was our cleaning woman/caretaker. I never heard any negative racial comments from my parents and I never thought of Elsie as less than. I remember reading Little Black Sambo and the lawn jockey in the garden near the front door. I never perceived them as symbols of racism. The cocoon of my youth was devoid of racial inequality. By age 12 I became an activist. I wholeheartedly agree with you on the inequality. It takes a loud unified voice to shine a light on the injustice. No fight is won sitting at home complaining. Voting rights, civil rights, victims rights, handicapped rights were advanced through loud voices. BLM unified incidents occurring nationwide. Child pornography, human trafficking, opioid abuse are waking up middle America to problems many are unaware of. I don’t like the N word no matter who says it. I don’t like the C word even if a woman says it. How can we demand respect if we don’t call out the use of bitches and hoes? Continually playing victim weakens the case for change. Taking charge takes over the control of the outcome.

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