America’s ugly truth is this: It was made great with the saddle of racism. You either wore it or you rode on it. Several decades ago that greatness was lost in a liberal wave of equality awakened by the mirror of hypocrisy reflecting back upon this country, mirrors grasped in the hands of our war dead buried in Europe and Asia. But racism wasn’t extinguished in these United States, merely banished to the shadows, where it festered until a black man was elected president. Hallelujah, free from the shadows at last. How could racism exist in this country if we elected someone with brown skin?
Letter: Let Trump’s racism speak for itself
