It's hard to say when or if we will actually arrive at that place called 'post-racial', or, better yet, post-racism.

There won't be any more white folks around who think the 1950s were the good old days, because there won't be any more white folks around who actually remember them.

After all, acknowledging unfairness then calls decent people forth to correct those injustices. And since most persons are at their core, decent folks, the need to ignore evidence of injustice is powerful: To do otherwise would force whites to either push for change (which they would perceive as against their interests) or live consciously as hypocrites who speak of freedom and opportunity but perpetuate a system of inequality.

Violating the 4th Amendment guarantees against illegal searches and seizures is not the way to solve crime problems.

The denial of racism is a form of racism itself.

People never hurt others in moments of personal strength and bravery, when they are feeling good about themselves, when they are strong and confident. If we spent all of our waking moments in that place, then fighting for social justice would be redundant; we would simply have social justice and be done with it, and we could all go swimming, or fishing, or bowling, or dancing, or whatever people do. But it is because we spend so much of our time in that other place, that place of diminished capacity, of flagging energy, or wavering and somewhat flaccid commitment, that we have to be careful.

Standing still is never an option so long as inequities remain embedded in the very fabric of the culture.