Let it Burn
4 min readJun 9, 2020
I can tell you the exact moment I knew I was racist. Four years ago my son and I went to a black family’s house for a play date. The kids got along great. Both a bit shy but shared a few giggles over a fish puzzle.
After a glass of wine and half a bag of chips my friend got a text.
Oh good. My husband’s class got out early. You’ll be able to meet him.