it says this picture is from 2013, but i don't know if it's true, the pictures get assigned by some algorhythm i'll never understand. when i look i suppose i'll find what i need. that's the way i spell it. memory is all in there together and if we forget it's still in the body, that's why if the pictures go blank i still remember you, every cell of me.
now i'm reading how to be an antiracist and my mind or rather my brain feels like hardening porridge. it's so damn hard to think clearly in this flipping racist paradigm. i believe i'll get it though. i just wish i could be like mister, never having to think about war, about hate, about the racist police state, if i could smile so easy even through the pain, and go forth and love everyone. but i have to be antiracist, because i'm a human in a racist place, and i can love love but i have to be anti-hate. 
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racist ideas have defined our society since its beginning and feel so natural and obvious as to be banal, but antiracist ideas remain difficult to comprehend, in part because they go against the flow of this country's history. to be an antiracist is a radical choice in the face of this history, requiring a radical reorientation of our consciousness.

ibram x. kendi
how to be an antiracist