Reflecting on a post from July 15, 2014:
Today I locked eyes with a man sporting a Nazi tattoo on his leg and an iron cross tattooed on the side of his face. It was a harsh reminder that racism is alive and well in my own backyard. Just to be clear – I encounter racism and prejudice in subtle (and not so subtle) ways most weeks, but it’s really hard to shake it off when it’s so blatant and in your face – especially when your young child is standing next to you.
As Journey grows older, I wonder how I will handle conversations with her about the evils of racism and prejudice? I cringe at the thought of how she will feel the first time she looks this type of evil in the eye and I am not there to protect her.
