“When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the bonds which have connected them to wypipo...”

So I actually did start out in my writing career with the intention of ending racism. But I didn’t really know what racism was. I honestly believed, in all my privilege, that the white people around me were mostly well-intentioned and simply didn’t understand that they were racist and why they shouldn’t be. I went…

I don’t like how the customer is playing the victim. She is acting like a petty little kid. I mean shes from Virginia so im prety sure she has nothing better to do than call the cops on restaurants.

We all see you kissing up to Yesha. Good move.

A clapback so sweet I literally had to frame it...

White people aren’t any different than their parents, grandparents or any of their colonizing ass ancestors. They know that their lives wouldn’t be as rich or relatively safe without centuries of war, terrorism, slavery and genocide.

Fuck that. Some jackass shows up at my house because I said their service was bad is likely to either catch these hands or a shotgun blast, depending on who’s home and who answered the door (my wife can’t fight, but you give her a 12 gauge and end of story).

Michael, I always love your pieces, because of your biting wit and your amazing writing ability. This piece, however, transcends everything else you have written.

I think white people figure that the best way to “solve racism” is to pretend it doesn’t exist. Or, if we’re being slightly more generous, to acknowledge it’s existence...and then pretend it doesn’t exist.

Not my normal Sunday morning read. Thank you.

Thank you for the feedback! I appreciate it!

We would always be prisoners of each other and the dirt that we had done, and with that realization, we both got our dreams come true.

Thank you!

I couldn’t stop reading. Amazing writing.

Holy shit, that was rough.

Dayum.

Anyone else tired of winning yet? I’m exhausted...