I Don’t Understand Racism

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I just don’t. It’s that simple.

When I was in high school, I got a chance to visit Washington, D.C., the nation’s capital. For a youth fascinated by government and politics, it was a real delight, but the best part wasn’t the city itself. No, it was the people. By the midpoint of the first day, with nothing behind me except the subway ride between Maryland and D.C. and a brief walking tour, I’d already heard north of…