How I’m Part of the Problem

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Some stories feel impossibly difficult to write, let alone publish, but those are usually the ones people like the most. Those are the stories that get people talking, which is exactly what I’m trying to do — start a conversation.

So here goes.

As my followers already know, I write about social injustice. I know all about white privilege and systemic racism and the world that colonialism has created. I’m open to conversations with people who want to talk about the prejudice they’ve experienced. I’m proud to have raised my child in very mixed areas while teaching him it’s okay if people look different from us.

I’ve been told I’m “different” from other white people, but I’ve come to realize I’m still part of the problem. I was still raised in a biased world, and I’ve internalized some of that bias, no matter how much I don’t want to own it.

It’s time to own it, though. It’s time to get personal with you — really personal. Hopefully, you can find the courage to do the same.

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