He Called Me Nigger. I Didn’t Do a Damn Thing About It.

A story about racism

America doesn’t have a racism issue. It has an ignorance one. I grew up in the suburbs, but I was no stranger to the hood. My family went to church in Newark, New Jersey every Sunday; which if you didn’t know, is the hood. My dad was the Youth Pastor and we would spend those early mornings navigating Newark and picking up kids to drive…