I grew up next to an historic Underground Railroad town in the North. My parents regularly said, “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” It was understood that had multiple meanings as my mother was a reading teacher and we lived in a town that dubbed it’s self “An International City.”
Then, I spent the majority of my nursing career working in large hospitals on the edge of the ghetto of a major city. My husband teases me about how my views changed. Reality hits one in the face when they’re spitting out kids just to get more government money and admitting it, while driving a BMW, eating steak and lobster I’m paying for that I can’t afford for myself, and it’s delivered to their door. (Stopping my rant before my head explodes.)
Now that I've spent 40 years paying for slavery, I've paid my debt to white guilt. It's over. It's done. Talk to the hand.
One of these days, I'm just gonna quit paying. I'll quit my job and live in a box before I feed another freeloader.