I need to confess something. I’ve had lots of black friends over the years but I never once asked any of them to share their experiences with racism, prejudice, or bigotry. I don’t know why. Maybe I wanted to keep my head buried in the sand. Maybe I was afraid of what I’d hear. Maybe I knew I’d feel compelled to act and didn’t really want to. Maybe I thought I couldn’t do anything about it. Maybe I didn’t think.... Read more