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My Friend’s Racist White Mom Is Dead, And I Am Not Sad.
The world is a better place with one less racist piece of human trash in it. Let us normalize speaking ill of horrible people while they are still alive and let it carry over to death.
Some of you will feel attacked by this essay because these caustic words apply to your father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, sister, brother, son, daughter, uncle, aunt, boyfriend, girlfriend, or someone else you care about. The truth remains unconquered: if you think someone is beneath you and not worthy of dignity because of their race, sexual orientation, profession of faith, gender, or any other immutable characteristic, then you are a curse on humanity and deserve all of the scorn and contempt we can furnish.
Your loved one might have been the best parent to you, but that does not negate that they were a bigot. Your child respecting you as a parent does not erase the pain and humiliation they caused someone else. Your boyfriend might bring you flowers and send you loving notes. Meanwhile, he writes racist screeds and posts them anonymously on Discord servers and chatrooms.
Stop excusing abhorrent behavior because you seek to exist in the negative peace that ignoring it provides you.
If I loved someone, I would confront them about their boarish attitude. If I lacked the knowledge or…
