The revolution is complacent.

I’m a white, privileged, educated and successful white American. Does that make me a racist? I’m beginning to think so. When I talk to the priviledged, the educated and the white Americans, I notice that we seem to think civil rights was a success. Did I say we?

I’m tired of self-righteous flippant attitudes. Racism exists. I don’t know that it’s here to stay. I don’t know that it’s not. I do know, like written in James, that our mouths are disgusting, spewing forth hate. I am tired of the company of men and women alike. The words that are spoken are pointless, self-stroking and shallow. I build a trust and a repore with men just to be disappointed and insulted.

I wish that I would join the fight. But our society is so nuanced, our conversations so convoluted. There is no revolution. There is no fight. Complacency plagues our generation and leaves us without a fight to join.