Scuse me, Sister, but kindly, racism isn't a mini series. It's a four century megathon with no end in sight. You try being born into a shitshow that is set against you the second you draw a breath. But hey, that's just me.

Gah.

Oy. These examples, all of them, are such perfect demonstrations of the very fragility that the book discusses. Honestly, the inability to even discuss such things speaks to how embedded, how entrenched people are, how unable to even countenance the notion that they themselves uphold a system that continues to do such harm. Denial is worse than heroin.