The great injustice that is our history. The deep current of
pain that characterizes our past. The
way we categorize and judge and write off as worthless because of color.
Because of country. Because of background. Watching it makes me want to scream,
to break something, to make it right. But then I have to stop and think. If I
were raised in that time, with that mindset, would I be any different? I pray
to God that I would be. That I would stand against the wrongs in plain sight. I
would side with what’s right. But I don’t know. I can’t say if I would be the
same. I can’t say if I would rise above that shame.
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