We are waking up to what is. The depth of our racism blew me away, especially the part that was in me. My kids point it out when I used words with coded meaning. "Mom, saying it was a black man was not necessary for the story." But saying no malice intended is no longer good enough. Most older people in this country are unaware racists, and denying it only confirms it. Acceptance that we are begins our healing.
If you could embody the qualities of someone you respect and admire, what would they be? Maybe it’s the Dalai Lama’s peaceful presence, sense of humor, and that he doesn’t pretend to know everything. Answering would be easier if we could cherry-pick from several people, mother’s work habits, Betty’s kindness, and Aunt Molly’s unique wardrobe.