I knew the first installment of what some referred to as “my rant” would inspire anger and criticism.  Many chided me, reminded me that such an in-your-face critique would not inspire dialogue.  I didn’t think it would, because an honest dialogue requires that we face our demons.  That takes courage.  Nothing I wrote was untrue, yet it was called racist, because we’ve reached a point that racism

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