How can one explain the persistent attachment that people have to racism, even when they are supposed to “know better”? Why is it such a persistent obstacle to political solidarity? And why is it so hard for people to recognize and admit to, even when the stakes are low?
There is some type of enjoyment that people derive from racism. I don’t necessarily…
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