It is critical that I speak out in no uncertain terms against hate and those who perpetuate such.
However, it becomes all too easy to point fingers at the other or demonize the haters and ignore the racist tendencies that fester inside my own heart.
If I am honest, I must always, as it were, “call a spade a spade.” Both without and within.
I must confess my own sin of thoughts and intentions that keep me from truly loving difference.
I must seek out the places inside my soul where I march in darkness and open them up to the blazing light of compassion.
I must tear down the statues I have erected to honor the enslavement of another.
I must depress the alt-right button within.