Oh COME ON. I’m White. It makes me a bit uncomfortable, but my response is not to whine about how I can’t complain about how hard racism is for me. Not being able to say every little thing I think is not really that hard. Having to be quiet and making sure I don’t push black people out of the discussion about racism…

You know what? I can’t have kids. Really, all I would want is live, healthy children, who are curious and might play sports, or make great art, or dance wildly in the rain some days. If you honestly care what your unborn grandkids are going to look like, if you worry if they will “match” you, or that kids that don’t…