Thoughts on critical race theory (part one)
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Awhile back on my Facebook page, I said that I was writing something about critical race theory.
I told the truth, but what started out as one blog post turned into drafts of five posts.
I write to think. So, the more I wrote, the more I thought.
The more I thought, the more I wrote.
Here’s what it was like for me:
I went to college in Searcy, Arkansas. I had a friend, Chris, from California.
Chris asked a girl for a date. Rather than take her to the local coffee shop in Searcy, he planned to drive her two hours away to Memphis.
This was the 1990s. Nobody had GPS or mobile phones. Chris got someone to scribble directions to Memphis on a scrap of paper. He borrowed a car, picked up his date, and hit the road.
But Chris missed a turn. He kept going on the four-lane highway until it turned into a two-lane highway. Then a two-lane...