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Racial differences in a pediatric ward.
You see many things on the road.
And in St. Louis.
Everything is racist.
The travails of a white teacher.
"Maybe he just doesn't like white people."
An insider tells all.
"It was so bad that I just stopped attending."
A letter from Clarksdale, Mississippi.
A white man's lament.
"[T]he police said 'these things happen.'"
They wanted my life.
"From day one, my work life was a living hell."
Pity the lion.
A pattern emerges.
All the difference in the world.
One white girl's story.
The story of an unlucky white.
A sorry excuse.
Not the President.
The tale of a good Samaritan.
An encounter with "the Junior Boys."
The story of a very bad first date.
"Diversity" in full bloom.
The state of Broward County Schools.
A cautionary tale of miscegenation.
"Blacks themselves taught me to not trust nor congregate with them."
A story of white solidarity.
The people make the place.
A letter from Bayside High School.
A view from the big house.
Care to guess?
One white boy's story.
A white student tells all.
Living in Minneapolis in the summer of 2020, that is.
Who do you think teaches “African American History” class?
A nurse's tale.
The story of a lonely Jew.
"I always ask 'why.'”
Whitopia no more.
Not all of Generation Z is indoctrinated.
From Philly to South Carolina.
A mother's lament.
Even 49 years later.
"Was the Hoover Institution really going to tackle this problem and effectively neutralize it?"
It was quite the education.
Views from the frontline.
A tale of prayer and protection.
The wages of Brown vs. Board of Education.
"Even if I owed them as little as 30 cents in change, they’d stand there and wait for it."
"Then, as now, the black kids did not want to learn"
A tale of black brutality.
"I now contemplate leaving DC for one of the surrounding quieter and whiter suburbs."
From a black high school to a multicultural military.
"Why I believed otherwise is now hard to understand."
A teacher opines.
One woman's story.
A sweet, polite, and respectful girl.
"[T]here is no area in Seoul where I would hesitate to walk at any time, day or night."
"I don't tell my friends and family any of this because they would label me as a 'racist.'”
My long, long journey to race realism.
Public school in Seattle.
A classic statement of blindness.
I hissed right back.
A white member of a "rainbow" family tells all.
This could lead to divorce.
Who can deny it?
"[B]ut the media couldn’t be less interested."
A tale of demographic change.
Or does he?
"[N]or the very clear disdain for white people we see from the media on a regular basis."