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  • It is very clear to me that I have racism embedded in my psyche. It has become even clearer in the past nine months. I don’t like it. I am ashamed of it. It is how I was raised and it is everywhere I turn, no matter how I try to erase it and cleanse my soul and spirit.

    It is there.

    It is embedded.

    I have been immersing myself more and more in the community that I have been taught to fear.

    I have been leaving my comfort zone of the “safe” streets and walking where "they" tell me to steer clear.

    “Don’t walk west of Broad. You’ll get shot.”

    I laugh now and scoff at those frightened folks that have only taught me what they have been taught.

    I know their crimes, too.

    I was walking a north-south street yesterday...west of Broad.

    I can’t help but feel my bravado is false...a little too wrong, a little too late.

    This town is gentrification city and soon, when the tax breaks expire, all that I have been taught to fear will be swept, swept, swept under the rug, to where?...I bet they don’t even know.

    A man was coming toward me that in the “past” would have had me cross the street for my “safety”. I held my course. As we crossed each other’s paths, I couldn’t help but notice he was carrying a two and a half foot sword. We did not make eye contact and he did not remove his sword from the sheath it was encased in.

    I did not notify the authorities.

    I was not shot. I still have my head.

    What am I supposed to do with that?

    Where do I tuck this little tid-bit of my day?

    One thing I do know for sure...

    We are all pawns in this game.
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