I had never really grappled with the idea that I harbored latent racists views before. I grew up in a world were we would ignorantly kill or die for every member of our gang of misfits–Black or White. It seemed a bit absurd to question the racial views of folks who would gladly lay down their lives for members of an opposite race. How could I harbor a racist attitude towards Whites when I was once a teenager who would hop to the front of the line to intercept a bullet whizzing for my White homeboy’s head? Could I be a racist–no matter what my history?...Continue
