I saw the effects of white supremacy this week. I had a man ridicule me loudly in public just because I'm white. I stood there and laughed about myself with him. He stopped and said sorry. Whether he meant it or not doesn't matter. His life had been shaped and justified by his hatred of past wounds not inflicted by me. His soul could be released from that bondage. That is my prayer for him.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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