The N-word

All of us are bigoted to some extent.  For many of us it is a life-long effort to overcome racism.  My mom didn’t use the word nigger, though she grew up in the deep south and many of her siblings use the term very casually and without remorse.    In my last post, “8/17 The Book of August”, I told of an ugly incident in which I used that word in anger and also to  try to awaken mom to how she was being manipulated.  I revealed this  with embarrassment and disgust with myself.   However, I believe that if I’m going to criticize others, I need to be honest about my own failings as well.  A self-examined life has been a constant thread in my adulthood, something to which I strive.

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