We’ve all heard that the idea of racism is bad, and that if we just get rid of racism, the world would be a better place.
But for many people, racism isn’t a problem; it’s part of their DNA.
It’s a part of our DNA, a part that we need to break out of.
As we’re writing this, I can’t help but wonder if there’s another way to understand the world, one that isn’t about blaming others for our own shortcomings and needs, but rather one that’s about building communities.
It can’t be a bad thing to have friends like you, but it can also be a really good thing to find your own.
As a white person, it’s hard to imagine my first reaction to hearing a white woman say that.
But that’s what I’ve been trying to do.
I’ve seen myself in other white people’s eyes.
I see myself in how they feel, and I think, “That’s my own experience.”
I see them in how their world is.
And it’s amazing how I can relate to those same people and understand their struggles, their fears, and how I feel in their shoes.
If you’re not black, I’m not talking about you.
If I was to start telling my own story, I would say that it started when I was in college.
I was a first-year law student, and we had this small gathering of people that had never met before.
They were all like, “Hey, are you a black man?”
And I was like, Uh, yes, I am.
It was weird, because I was never really that into black culture, and when I started to meet people like that, I just started to feel like, This is where I fit in.
In retrospect, it felt like a rite of passage.
I didn’t really know how to respond to them, but I figured I would go through this whole experience and find out how I fit.
And I found out that it was a lot more than just a ritualistic bonding.
It really started when, after an experience like this, when I’d come out as black, or something like that.
And, at the time, I didn´t know that there was a word for it.
It wasn’t really a word, it was just an emotion, an understanding of what I was feeling, and an acceptance of that.
For the first time in my life, I felt like I could feel my own self.
That feeling that I had when I came out as gay or lesbian.
I remember it being a little bit uncomfortable, because, in my head, I was just going, This feels wrong.
But, to me, I could just imagine it as the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I could look at the white person that was standing next to me and not see that they were judging me.
And then I was able to take the step and say, “Okay, I feel the same way about this.”
I was finally comfortable being who I was, and in doing so, I finally got to be myself.
I knew it would be tough at first, but eventually I found my voice.
And as much as it sucks that I can´t tell my friends or anyone else that I am a black woman, that’s the truth.
It´s a hard thing to do, but for me, it´s really important to try and be the best person I can be.
As a person of color, it can be a hard step to take.
But I know that I need to try harder to prove that I’m the best version of myself.
And that I do have that.
It takes a lot of work to make that happen, and it takes a community to do it.
And one of the things that’s made this community really strong is that the people who have the most to contribute to this community are the ones who are the most invested in helping to heal this broken world.