
The American White Supremacist I Might Have Been
I am a person of profound privilege. As a white, cisgender, heterosexual Christian man raised in America, I have had nearly every benefit and buffer afforded human beings, and this

I am a person of profound privilege. As a white, cisgender, heterosexual Christian man raised in America, I have had nearly every benefit and buffer afforded human beings, and this

In the book of Exodus, when Moses and Aaron demand Pharaoh’s release of the Israelites, they are reminding him that humanity was designed to be free; that every single human

I am a collector of stories. I watch people, I listen closely to them, I eavesdrop on their conversations in person and on social media, and I look for the

Dear Friend, I don’t know your story. I cannot imagine how you feel. I can’t fathom how difficult this road has been for you: the swirling storm of the questions

I am a person of profound privilege. As a white, cisgender, heterosexual Christian man raised in America, I have had nearly every benefit and buffer afforded human beings, and this

In the book of Exodus, when Moses and Aaron demand Pharaoh’s release of the Israelites, they are reminding him that humanity was designed to be free; that every single human

I am a collector of stories. I watch people, I listen closely to them, I eavesdrop on their conversations in person and on social media, and I look for the

Dear Friend, I don’t know your story. I cannot imagine how you feel. I can’t fathom how difficult this road has been for you: the swirling storm of the questions