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I have said this many times already. And I’m aware that I will probably continue to say it. Each time more poetically and more emphatically than the last. I am weary of white supremacy. I am beginning to think that my life consists of being grateful for the ability to say that over and over, while nothing actually changes. To be weary of whiteness and realize every day that you are not yet at capacity, that you can tolerate more whiteness, and you inevitably will. That this is your life, your role is to tolerate whiteness, then describe it in such a way that it impresses even the very whiteness you are weary of.

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