My Inheritance and Rejection of “I Am Not a Racist”
Note: I write this blog as a white woman especially for white readers who have ever thought, “I’m not a racist,” as I have. All readers welcome.
Sankofa: My 30-Second Poem
I cannot change history, but in this moment I have a choice:
Do I open my eyes to clearly see?
Or bequeath the blindness bequeathed to me?
Getting Personal About Race in America
Reading old family letters I discovered something I never expected to find. Join me on this humbling journey.
