Is the idea that “racism = some problem other people have” my greatest blinding bias? Before I glimpse my own racism, what am I describing as racism in others?
When I want to exclaim, “How can you be so tone deaf?” I need to remember how much I have, might, and am probably still missing.
I’m never going describe myself as ‘woke.’ As far as I can tell, there will always be an infinite number of things to which I must yet awake.
Where else can the blinding toxicity of racism take greater hold than in a person who is utterly obsessed with the belief that they are not racist?
What if ‘woke’ risks becoming an impairment to solidarity?