i can't sleep. i get up and read just us, i try again, nope. i can't just lay there. i may hafta like nafta stay up the hole fuggin night. almos half done with just us. there's a lot of pictures and white pages. it's heavy, about race. dog, the human race. the so-called white so-called race. fuggit i wanna say sometime. what the hell is wrong with us. for crying out loud who raised us. nobody knows us. just us and the racists. 

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when we are mired in guilt, we are narcissistic and ineffective; guilt functions as an excuse for inaction...we need to reflect on when we cry and when we don't, and why. (robin diangelo, white fragility)

to give the problem a name can be experienced as magnifying the problem; allowing something to acquire a social and physical density by gathering up what otherwise remain scattered experiences into a tangible thing.                                                         (sara ahmed, the phenomenology of whiteness)

everything will be taken away.                                                                                          (adrian piper)