The Insidious Nature of Racism

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It has me continually questioning myself and experiences, constantly interrogating my inferences, the nuances of my emotions: my existence and reasons for living.

“Are my experiences real?” “Or am I projecting?, I ask myself, is there a difference, a subtlety in meaning.

A friend once asked me, “why am I always stating that it is my perception”.