Letter to the editor: Shame on us
To the editor:
It’s sad that I’m compelled to write this. Like most of us, I’ve been consumed by the strangest experience of my 67 years. I don’t even need to identify it. It’s horrendous enough.
But there may be worse. Read about Ahmaud Arbery. Read Charles Blow in the New York Times. It’s almost wrong the kid was so pretty. Wouldn’t it be just as bad if he was pimply, scarred or just ordinary? Maybe so, but he wasn’t. In fact, he was beautiful, and in a way that forces us to take notice. He belonged on the cover of something. Just not this.
I’m sick of it. I’m tired of the racism I’ve lived with my entire life but really never appreciated until recently. I’m beyond that; I’m angry.
W.E.B. Du Bois wrote that the great issue of the 20th century would be race. I taught his book for 20 years in the 1990s and ’00s and thought how quaint and self-absorbed he had been — world wars, atomic bombs, space exploration, computers. He left America an angry man, off to live in Africa, hating white people. I remember pitying him.
Shame on me. Shame on us.