
“I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”

“I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”
3,923 words
I’m not going to claim that I have been totally 1488 from day one or that I came goose-stepping out of the womb. But I think I have always been instinctively and intuitively a race realist. Or at least, I have been since around the age of 8. The first black person I ever met was this kid named Scooter when I was in kindergarten. This would have been in the early 80s. (more…)