14th May 2012
Link reblogged from Truth is my Compass, & Wisdom my Helm. with 49 notes
I was five when I established my first best friendship. She was white and her parents called me her “nigger friend.” I didn’t care to make a fuss because we enjoyed each others company. However, as I grew older and we lost contact, I always felt that racism was unsettling. It has never made sense…
“It became evident, to me, that all -izms are a mask for domination, exploitation and a justification for dehumanization.”
Blown AWAY by this post.