Racism has not changed one iota from when at the age of eight I witnessed racism directed at an uncle. I saw the racism directed from the mind and mouth of the racist, which made me pity the source rather than the target. It was as if the racist was poisoned by his thought processes just as a poisonous reptile's venom is a part of the reptile. My uncle was a God-fearing, hard-working, righteous man who would pray for his haters. Why? When did we become hated so undeservedly? Maybe it's a case of "always hating the one you love!!!
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