Writing this diary, instead of making me more tolerant of my own racism and the racism of others, has actually made me more sensitive and more annoyed... at least at the moment. When I see the kind of middle-class racism that maintains the status quo, or institutional racism, or whatever you want to call it, I am so angry. I have finally understood what bell hooks calls white supremacism: the institutions that maintain white people in all the best jobs with the biggest pay packets; white people on top. I understood it theoretically until now. Now I feel it. Now I understand in a new way Nina Simone saying, "do things gradually, brings more tragedy why can't you see it why can't you feel it I don't know I don't know..."
I always liked what she had to say, but now I'm angry. Angry like when I was a teenager.

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