Who would dare admit a longing for a White nation so full of hate that it drove its citizens of color to madness, to death or to exile? How to confess even to one’s ownself, that our eyes, historically customed to granite buildings, wide paved avenues, chromed cars, and brown, black, beige, pink, and white-skinned people, often ached for those familiar sights?
The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
Prejudice is a burden which confuses the past, threatens the future, and renders the present inaccessible.
Girl, you’re going to be all right. You haven’t forgotten the essentials. You know about defending yourself. All you have to do now is remember… sometimes you have to defend yourself from yourself.