I grew up white, not just in the color of my skin, but in the culture of my youth. My wife and I call it “super-white”. I was raised in a small farm town in Illinois – white family, white friends, white people at my church, white teachers, white kids in my classes, white players on my sports teams, white players on the teams I played against – WHITE!
My parents are amazing and did well to raise my brother and I as unprejudiced as possible, but that background is a large obstacle when it comes to issues of race.
But I didn’t see it that way. For many years I was convinced that, in spite of my monochromatic background, I was still able to see race issues clearly and with a balanced perspective. And most certainly, I would never have classified myself as a racist.
I was wrong.
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