That is about the most depressing, infuriating bit of reading I have done lately. I just have no words, other than to apologize for my race. Weak tea, I know. Funny thing is, where I grew up (small WV town, mixed race neighborhood) it was the black families tnat were stable, respectable, and to a small nerdy white boy, most importantly safe. I went to the AME church with my best friends, all black, and got some funny looks, but felt welcome. To this day I feel more comfortable around black folks than whites. Never caught a whiff of this while growing up. After my mom died, never heard a peep from any white friends from childhood. My black friends posted some heart wrenching messages, talking about losing their second mom. The thought of any of them going through this makes me furious.
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