One of the best friendships I ever had took four years to build, but only one moment to destroy.
My early days of living in a largely White rural community weren’t as challenging as one might have expected. But as I would find out, there were always signs that a history not learned from was bound to be repeated.
Growing up as the only non-White child in a rural American town was never bound to be easy, but for what it lacked in ease, it more than made up for in insight.
If racism was created, it can also be destroyed. Understanding how it is bred and spread can help us end it once and for all. In the intro of this new blog series, we’ll discuss the importance of sharing our experiences in the fight against racism.