While white people across America are bending over backwards to confess their white privilege or, I guess, “fragility,” I’m afraid I have a different perspective. I have a clean conscience. In my house, my parents never talked about race. It never came up. I can’t remember a time watching television with my parents, or being out at a store, or at a professional sporting event, where either of my parents mentioned the race of anyone we were seeing. It just didn’t come up. And why would it? It didn’t matter then, and it doesn’t matter now. These days, you…

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