I fought writing this for weeks. Can I say this? Am I being pretentious, talking about the Big Things like I am any kind of expert?
But also in the back of my mind, the reality: it is my privilege as a white person that even gives me the option to NOT discuss it.
I am a racist.
I hate the word. I hate that I just wrote it. I hate that it’s true.
I know in my head and in my heart that God made us all in His image and loves us all the same. I know that the variation of color on our outsides is a reflection of His great creativity and beauty.