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Apr 2016
White history month.
White lives matter.
The white panthers party for self defense.
Caucasian-American Civil Rights movement.
*******.
White pride.
White conciousness movement.
I could go on, the sad thing is that every one of those sounds offensive. Even to me. I didnt choose the color of my skin.
I inherited my ancestors sins simply because I was born white.
Grew up outside of Detroit every friend I had was a different color than myself. But for some reason any altercation with a person of another color falls back to I must be a racist because I don't agree. I have never judged a person by the color of their skin, I was raised better than that. I trust implicitly, until given reason not to. I do admit to being judgemental, but not once has a slur passed my lips without leaving distaste. So if I may, could you maybe not call me white? I  grew up poor in the ghetto and was beaten and *****. I've payed my dues and so have you.  Let's meet on even ground,  as equal men.  And please don't ever call me white again.
An arguement with a co-worker over how to approach an issue arised and he painted me into a corner by saying I wouldnt wouldn't agree with him because of his race, so yep...
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Hurble B Burble  Minnesnowda
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   Błeeding Dįamøndš, --- and SPT
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