Let me tell you that I had a blast accompanied by warm tears while devouring your masterpice!
My piece about racism published last December was one of the hardest ones I've written so far. It took 24 hours, LITERALLY... I cried loudly for several hours...
When I was a little girl, I could never understand such a racism concept, and was getting so pissed off and reactive whenever witnessing some mediocre racist behavior.
Bear in mind that my own mother is racist. Fortunately, when I was trying to figure out how to cope with my harsh (in a very subtle way) environment, my free will opted for the "unaware empath" side. Luckily, the unaware attribute was erased exactly 30 months ago, but that's a story for another time!
I wish I could fall for a black guy at some point and marry him. That would be my most powerful message to my family...
This is the piece, should you be interested:
