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black and white

I am biracial.

In times like these, I feel trapped, caught between the rock of being white and the hard place of being black.

I could write for a very long time about the horrors of racism that my family members, that my friends, have endured because of their skin color. I could cry and tell you of the suffering that I have been through, as recently as this month, because of my mixed heritage. I could paint a gruesome picture depicting the ugly side of this mess that most of America would prefer to slide under the ever present rug of denial and disbelief.

I won't.

I am at a place in my life where I no longer want to look at what makes me different from you, at what divides us. I want to look into your heart, past the color of your skin, the money in your wallet, the house that you live in and the car in your garage. I want to look past the job that you have, the country that you are from, the vote that you'll place in November, the team you root for on Sunday afternoons, the…