My name is Lily, I’m racist

Lily Cohen
New York, NY

I wasn’t born racist. My parents didn’t raise me to be racist. For the first twelve years of my life I was not racist. It all changed after my parents had to move to a Black area, and I had to attend a Black school. Needless to say, I didn’t like it, and started having “racist” thoughts, but I pushed them out of my mind. I had always been taught that “racism” was a great moral evil. So I continuously told myself and others I was “not racist,” even as I searched out for a White community to raise my children in. No way they were going to experience what I had expired. It was about this time last year that my racial awakening occurred. I read a news story about a White community which was fighting to keep the bussed out of their town, for obvious reasons, and was decried as “racist.” That made me realize that I couldn’t simply sit back and tell people I’m “not racist” while this kind of thing occurred. The people in that town wanted the same thing I wanted, the same thing most White people want, civilization, but they can’t have it because of this ideology of “anti-racism.” Since that time I have become a White advocate, telling anybody who will listen my views on race. Liberals always say we need a “conversation,” to convince racists there wrong. Here I am. Tell me why I’m wrong.


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