<< The workshop will also explore ….“radical inclusion,” >>
Translation: exclusion of whitey.
Indeed.
My mother was a native of South Carolina, and as things transpired, HER mother came to live with us in New Jersey, in the time of my early youth.
Well, in those days, I used to run around, in the summer, in a pair of pull-on shorts, and nothing else. As a consequence, I became “as brown as a berry”.
One time, I came into the house in this condition, and my grandmother remarked ... lightheartedly, but nevertheless sincerely, “Oooh, you look like a little black boy!”
Never forgot it, needless to say.