I think that the first time I'd seen an actual lynching photo was in my US History text from college. That, along with reading The Autobiography of Frederick Douglass for that class went a long way toward removing the white suburban blinders I'd been raised with. It brought the horrors of the violent racism of the US home to me. But it was still a couple of years until I realized that it wasn't just a thing of the past. Even after the Rodney King case I thought that it wasn't in the here and now. I don't remember exactly when I fully realized and understood the subtle racism of the present. It may have been when I watched "Do The Right Thing" for my multi-cultural Ed class. Or possibly even "Bob Roberts". But it was sometime around 1993 or 1994. It's kind of embarrassing that it took that long.
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