race

A sad excerpt:

In February I was a 55 year old white woman trying to choose a candidate, feeling drawn to Hillary. Then I listened to Obama speak and I was inspired. I felt as I had not felt since March 16, 1968 (my 16th birthday) when Bobby Kennedy announced he was running for president. So I chose Obama and volunteered to help his campaign.

I canvassed in my local area, Dresher. As I spoke to my neighbors, my heart sank. Several people told me the country wasn’t ready for a black president. One person right out said he would never vote for a black person for president. (Stunned, I stammered that he was only half black.) One person said “the blacks get everything already.” Three of my Jewish neighbors (and friends) said that they believed Obama either was a Muslim or had Muslim ties.

(link, via andrew sullivan)

I wish I could say I was surprised.. racism is doubtlessly alive and well in the US, it just doesn’t wear white robes anymore. I don’t speak up about it as much as I should.