The Words Are All Made Up and The Points Don’t Mean Anything

July 1st, 2021 On my recent post about white fragility, someone commented “Your not white.” I think that is a terrific introduction to this essay about race itself. The commentator wasn’t wrong, necessarily: race is all made up. In Ta-Nehisi Coates’ brilliant Between The World and Me (if you haven’t read it, do; there isn’tContinue reading “The Words Are All Made Up and The Points Don’t Mean Anything”