You Don’t Have Black Friends. You Barely Have Black Acquaintances.

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“I’m against racism. Heck, I have black friends.”

She proceeds to list four or five names before including me at the end. The argument inevitably ends this way. They tack me on at the end of their list and dare me to take back whatever I’ve lobbed their way as if it will ruin our non-existent relationship. It would be funny if it wasn’t so common, but…




Hipster. Hooligan. Writer. Wanderer.

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