As a nonwhite person, the general, like myself, knew he must be patient with white people, who were easily scared of the nonwhite. ~Viet Thanh Nguyen
Having, in this life, always existed on the white side of the fence, I have little to no understanding of the hoops the nonwhite must jump through or the bullets they must dodge less their lifeblood paint the streets red.
I try to understand their perspective, their pain but seeing through nonwhite eyes is a task I’ve not been able to accomplish. I hear their words, try to empathize. Neither has a salvific effect and my soul remains condemned.
I’m left wondering what it is like to walk in the footsteps other than those of a life long, white male seeing life through the rose-colored, white man’s eyes.