It’s hard to return to something, like writing a blog, that you’ve been away from for a while. Especially when the world is on fire.
Some of us still curl in our cocoons, waiting for our time to be right. We can now see both the butterflies, free and saving us all, but we can also see the raging worms. We know we want to be a butterfly, but it is tempting to escape early. To stay as we were. Because at least the worms are out there, in the world, not enclosed with only their thoughts and dreams and despairs and anger and fear.
We are all racist. Yes, you, even if you're nice. Article published on Medium: https://medium.com/@bankoferin/dear-fellow-white-people-d68baaf078a0