Coming to Terms With My Father’s Racism

There are moments when it feels like we’re inching back toward the 1960s, but back into communities that are far more segregated, by race and means. If you are black and poor, you can now spend your entire childhood knowing only other poor, black children. If you are born lucky and grow up surrounded by mirror images of your good fortune, it’s easy to see yourself as a majority stakeholder in a world primed to do your bidding.

http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2014/12/coming-to-terms-with-my-fathers-racism/383982/?single_page=true

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