I am always on the verge of choosing which kind of person to be. I blink, and I choose again. I choose several times a day, every day. I wake up and I have to start choosing all over again. I am talking about how I engage with understanding race. Or all the things that I miss. I talk about it because my children live with it. I talk about it, because I want all children to understand what they understand about it.
My kids are black and mixed. I am not. I am as white as the page on which I type. I am the kind of person who used to take that for granted 100% of the time, but who only takes that for granted 95% of the time now. I’ll never know how enlightened, or how about a new term for racial awareness as a white person- endarkened- I have become. This is because I will never know the starting point. I will never know what it means to begin at fully aware, to begin as a person of color.
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