Inheritance: The Genetic Legacy of Racism

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Once, while she was sitting in a chair in my living room, I reached out and touched a Black woman’s hair. At that moment and without thinking about it in any way, my hand was drawn to her hair, its airiness and resilience. I patted her hair a few times before what I was doing struck me and I pulled my hand back. She never turned her head to look at me but I felt her stiffen her shoulders. She would never scold me…

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Progressive activist, daily blogger at https://redswrap.wordpress.com. Politics, feminism, aging, and family.

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Jan Wilberg

Jan Wilberg

Progressive activist, daily blogger at https://redswrap.wordpress.com. Politics, feminism, aging, and family.

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