White Isn’t what I want to be Anymore

I don’t want to be white anymore. No really. As long as I can remember I wanted to celebrate Christmas, brush long straight hair and belong to the “bigger” world. I chose my husband because he represented everything I thought I wanted. Outsiders always look for ways to get inside. Imagine my dismay when I realized that what I always wanted was worthless.

I now realize that my circle of church loving, straight haired GOP supporters, would have proudly owned slaves 200 years ago. My circle would have rooted for police brutality to put down the 1960s Civil Rights…