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Pictorial Essay: The Story Of My Racism And White Privilege

• by Stucky

Things got off to a bad start even before I was born. My parents were married in Austria (a racist country). That's not them above. They are just another Austrian white couple … just like my parents. My parents never saw a black person until they came to America.  But, instead of vacationing in   Berchtesgaden  they could have gone to the Congo, taking some Apfel Strudel to a poor Negro. They did not. This makes them racist. I wish one of my parents were black.

That's me, just moments before my conception. So damned Lilly white! I wish I wasn't the best swimmer in the bunch. But, if I recall correctly, all my brothers and sisters were white also. At least they're dead now.