“Are you racist?” Who, me? No. I have friends of all races. My parents taught me racism was wrong. This was how I self-identified until I attended a racial reconciliation workshop. As I listened to stories of discrimination, I had a twinge of conscience, and then another. I began to realize I wasn’t as innocent of racial prejudice as I thought. I came to more fully understand how the privileges I enjoyed and took for granted were not shared by all. Their examples were some of the more benign racial insults my friends suffer almost daily. We’re all aware of the more deadly examples of racial injustice reported regularly in our news media. Isn’t it about time to put aside our assumptions about one another, often based on false premises, and just listen to one another.
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Briefly Speaking is full of hope and encouragement--that's my goal. I'm a professional writer who promises you sometimes funny, sometimes thought-provoking comment on my life in horse country in north Texas and on what's happening in the world at large. View all posts by Sheila Graham