Racism Pool Comments

I am the White, the minority, all alone. My life is poor, knocked about, bashed around, hit painfully, by uncaring hands. Beaten with sticks, bleeding blue blood.

So I strike out at others, it doesn’t matter what colour. It’s their fault. If they weren’t there, I wouldn’t need to be hit; over and over by uncaring hands. I could rest. Happy. But those in charge don’t care. Do I want to? What choice do I have?
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