It wasn't us that cracked the whip of history, we were the licks of an imposter. We were the shame, and the honest savior. For us, Self pity doesn't exist, Guilt is a motif of our race.
I talk about race constantly. Everyday in history class. It's makes me feel like a target, all of the shame and guilt and pain is put on me, personally it makes me uncomfortable knowing that I am part of something that is the complete opposite of myself. I will never understand the pain of the past, but I can sill give my sympathy.