I Had No Greater Anger Than When I Was Part Of The Problem

An Exploration of Love, Race, Agency, Privilege and Pain

My 19 year old stepson and I were sitting at the table. He had arrived from the big city to my much smaller one to visit. We developed a relationship that transcended my relationship with his father. We would on occasion do brunch and on this particular trip, he was coming to hang-out with me, his white…