I want to tell you something I am not proud of: when I was a teenager, I used to tell racist jokes. We would sit around and tell these shitty jokes and laugh, just a bunch of white as Wonder Bread suburban boys giggling at stupid stereotypes, and I swear I would never have understood why it was bad, if there were no people that would be offended by it around to hear it. What was the harm, if nobody cared? It honestly didn't occur to me that I should have been offended, that I should have cared. I don't tell racist jokes any more, haven't for decades, and the reason I don't is because I understand now. Words have power. It is not okay for a jackass teenager to tell racist jokes because it only serves to preserve these ideas, to solidify them in our minds, because there was always that one kid there that would laugh too hard, too long, that would then say something violent or truly hateful. And even though I would have fought you if you called me out, I would h
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