We’ve all heard of the time when life in our country was better, the good old days. The good old days for whom? The Natives that were killed? The Africans that were enslaved? The immigrants that were persecuted? No, it was not good for them.

There is plenty of talk about race. How it separates us, how it defines us, how some are privileged, some are at a disadvantage. But what race do we not talk about? The human race, the one that includes us all, the one that unifies us. That is why we don’t talk about it. It makes all the other arguments useless. 

Our children are not born knowing hate. They are not born knowing attitudes of racism or bigotry. They do not know who they are supposed to hate, or why they must have these feelings. They are only born knowing how to love.

He asked me for my license, I gave it to him willingly. He ran it on his computer, my record came back clean. Yet he asked me to step out of the vehicle, I asked him for the reason. Now I’m in a jail cell with a bruised face, he still hasn’t told me the reason.

What is being white?

Is it being better, or

Just being lucky?