I Am a Racist

At least I admit it! Yes, I am a racist. Whenever I see a person who isn’t just like me, I have to admit to myself that my unconscious tells me that person is different from me. This is a natural function of the psyche, which I cannot change.

On the 4th of July 2015, I am musing again on The Meaning of America, and what is it that has made our country what it is today. We have not built a country in which we are all the same. We are strong as a Nation precisely because we are all different! And, by and large, we have come to understand that we must accept our differences; even cherish them.

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by Skip Conover

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