I wish the voice would stop.

Al,
Atlanta, GA.

I was born 51 years ago. I grew up with a father who would definitely be considered racist today, but was probably just typical blue collar in those days – kind of an Archie Bunker figure. I heard the N word at least a dozen times a week. Fast forward to my adult years. I hate racism. I have black friends, my kids have black friends, they are all welcome in my home and I really don’t think about their race at all. I have gotten past it, except for one thing. When a black person cuts me off on the street, or does something rude, I hear my dad’s voice saying the N word. And I hate it and I hate myself for it. Does it make me racist? I wish the voice would stop.


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