It seems appropriate to re-post this piece given the past few days in our troubled city of Milwaukee.
Say, you gathered a group of five of your White friends and five of Your Black friends and asked them to have a no-holds barred discussion about race.
My prediction echoes Major Strasser in Casablana, “You would find the conversation a trifle one-sided.”
Your Black friends would be ready, their ideas formed, their sentences flowing like legal arguments pitched by Harvard-trained attorneys in front of the Supreme Court.
Your White friends would nod.
It’s true. I know of which I speak. I’ve been one of the mute, nodding White people.
I think there are a lot of reasons why White people are so tongue-tied when it comes to race.
They don’t know what they think. This is because, on any given day, they think a thousand different random things about race depending on which Black person they saw or talked to or thought about that day. Black guy at a…
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