Mercy on a soul in turmoil
I don’t know what you think or feel whenever you hear or say racism. Don’t you hear the tone of violence as you pronounce the word? Don’t you notice the voice penetrating my heart, and making me want to seek justice in any quick way available? But we must tarry a little, for I’d rather we pity such a soul in turmoil, and not venom for venom though it may be appropriate in some circumstances. Then who exactly is a racist?

