I am a white girl who surrounds herself with beautiful, diverse, people. I have the white privilege of forgetting how racist our society can be…for a minute. Without fail, just as I get comfortable in my circle of heaven-like, multicultural, friendships, someone gets close enough to disrupt my circle with loud ugliness spewing out of their mouths.  At first, I just shake my head and think, “That’s the kind of ugly that’s just going to have to die off. There is no changing that one.” A few minutes pass and I realize if he is that ugly about “n****rs” then he is no doubt just as ugly about women…and Jews, and lgbt, and so on. You see, my gender liberty is bound up in your racial liberty which is bound up in your religious liberty which is bound up in.., well, you do get the idea, don’t you? If I only shake my head at his hatred for you then I am only shaking my head at his hatred for me. This gets me a little more offended and thinking that just letting this ugliness die out in its own good time is simply not soon enough.