If there's one thing I do not have any sort of patience or tolerance for it is racism or any sort of -ism or phobia that involves someone thinking they are better than an entire group of people. For stupid reasons. When she texted and said he was dead I looked it up and discovered he was one of those. And people were celebrating it. Happy about it. About someone getting killed. And I know her, and I like her, and she was hurting. I had conflicting feelings about all of the wonderful people that were her support group.
Because you're white.
I didn't say that.
The whole thing is confusing and sad.
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