I remember my first huge argument over racism. It happened more than 50 years ago when I was in middle school. It was with my mom. It was heated and ugly and I walked away from the dinner table, practically in tears. Stalked away, actually.

I don't remember what brought it on. I had a couple of close Black friends in high school but not middle school.

I guess I got tired of hearing the crap? I really don't remember.

Parents who project racism to their kids are engaging in a form of violence against their kids.

I was lucky. Something illuminated me as a youngster. If you had told me 40 years ago we'd still need articles like this, I would have gasped. 😔