This is a personal post. It's part confession; part tearing at the fabric of my own privilege and hubris; and part invitation to examine one's own influences and determine if there are any bubble that need popping. It has been prompted by a realization I had last week; one in a long series of revelations that I've been having as my historical, political, and social justice awareness has increased. I'm not sure what it says about either myself or our white supremacist system that I seem to be doing my greatest amount of learning post-age-60, but I find some small comfort in the fact I'm still capable of popping my own bubbles.
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