We Are Not Like Them

by Christine Pride

It kills me how some people want so badly to believe racism is buried beneath layers and layers of history, “ancient history,” they say. But it’s not. It’s like an umpire brushing the thinnest layer of dirt off home plate: it’s right there. Only too often the trauma, the toll of it, remains unknown generation after generation.

The longer you let something go, the easier it is to stay silent, and the silence is where the resentment starts to fester and rot.”