Owning My Racism

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.


Robin Chapman
Robin Chapman
Robin Chapman is a full-time imperfect wife and mama to four kids under six. She loves Jesus and hiding in her bathroom with a mug of something caffeinated. When she can, she enjoys photography, reading, and sharing stories of grace enough in her day-to-day life. You can find her atrobindchapman.com or on facebook or Instagram.

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