My Open Letter to Conservatives
Conservative Black Man

My daughter-from-another-mother is Black, and I am White. There have been a few times when we’ve talked that she has gone off on an impassioned monologue, fueled by so much pent-up frustration over what it’s like to try to live a successful life while Black that I ache for her. I haven’t been able to fully wrap my mind around some of the perspectives she expresses, because they’re so foreign to my experience — I just listen. You’ve helped me understand that these conversations have sprung from too many hits by rocks flung from the mountaintop. For this daughter of my heart and me, though, there is no rock-throwing. There is only love. ❤

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