Wanderers

by Chuck Wendig

Racism was a little like that. Sometimes the initial symptoms were small: microaggressions here, simmering resentment there. If you dealt with it head-on, maybe you could keep it contained. If you didn’t deal with it, though, it came back with a vengeance: just like that little bacterium. Came back worse. Entrenched. So entrenched, in fact, the longer you let it go, the harder it was to control, and soon everything started to break down.

‘Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won’t come in.’

Marcy wasn’t one for politics—she was that most lamentable of creatures, a political moderate.