Racism – holy discomfort: Love letters from a reluctant Christian

The story we were told

In southeastern Virginia, history was never far away. At least, history as told by Whiteness. When I was growing up in southeastern Virginia, history was never far away. At least, history as told by Whiteness. The schools in both Norfolk and Richmond took us on regular field trips to Jamestown, Yorktown, and Williamsburg. I especiallyContinue reading “The story we were told”