Hi Marley--I now read your essay "All White People are Racist." I am not crying or clutching my pearls, as you implied the White (racist) reader would. I hear clearly what you are saying, that racism is so ingrained in us Whites that we cannot even see it. However, many of us together now--Blacks, Whites, Indigenous people, Asian people and all--want this big big BIG change to happen.

And yes, it must feel way, way, way, WAY more like moving a mountain for Black people than it does for White people. We have not been subject to the horrors that happened at the hands of our ancestors. We regret them deeply but cannot erase them, whether they were large or small slights. All we can do now is acknowledge and move forward.

But that doesn't mean all Whites should be called racist. Do you really, really think that the White people marching in Black Lives Matter protests do not want racial equality? Why wouldn't we just put down our signs and stay home? Aren't we allowed to care about moving the mountain. too?

I am STILL thankful for this discourse. This is America, and honorable people strive for the meeting of the minds...

To your other point, I was not trying to "whitewash" the Susan/Karen incident. I was simply trying to say hey, if marches were organized in front of someone's house every time they complained or were prickly or obnoxious to their neighbors, we would have marches all over Montclair (and other towns), sad to say.

When I watched the video the first time, my heart went out to the woman a bunch of people seemed to be ganging up on. Then I realized I knew her. What if this has nothing at all to do with the color of her skin, or her neighbors' skin, and everything to do with homeowner entitlement issues? Thank you.

Sincerely, Alice

Magazine maven, craft coffee lover, legal guardian. Passionate about fashion and lipstick — though it may not look that way when I dash to the supermarket.

Magazine maven, craft coffee lover, legal guardian. Passionate about fashion and lipstick — though it may not look that way when I dash to the supermarket.