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On Privilege and Perspective

“I don’t get it,” he said. “I don’t either,” I told him. Such is the dance of perspective and privilege, the lies we tell and those we hold onto.

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On Condolences, From My Son

Atticus wrote a note to his teacher on the passing of her father. He wrote it with compassion.

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