Found Out
This is the story of how I discovered an ugly truth about myself, and lost a friend in the process. Who was the friend? She was my one Black friend. Not my “token” Black friend; just the one friend I had who happened to be Black. What was the truth? I am racist. I already had an inkling of this. I already had a fear. I didn’t understand how deeply it ran until pictures were published showing Justin Trudeau wearing blackface. It’s hard to explain all of this, because I am feeling deeply ashamed of myself. But I’m going to try anyway, because I owe it to myself and to my friend to own this, and to learn from it. For a couple of years now, I have been reading…