Waking Up White
After the last year of diversity studies I am at the point where I hate my whiteness, its heritage and the wilful blindness it carries all around me: it’s hard to wake up to it. Of course, this is nowhere near as hard as living a life of racist abuse, but still very difficult to explore. So arriving at this book, just reading the introduction made me feel at home. I am so glad to find a story that resonates with what I am going through right now.