 I am sorry for having felt nervous, that night in Paris when having taken the last metro home we saw a group of black men gathered on the sidewalk ahead of us.⠀
⠀ I am sorry for having been deeply uncomfortable my first day in Marrakech, surrounded by crowds of veiled women whose eyes was all I could see. ⠀ ⠀ I am sorry when months later and having by then lived among women who wore the burka, I was impatient with a friend’s own discomfort at their presence in my car.⠀ ⠀ I am sorry that I did not understand how my living in a tiny hilltop medieval village in Italy created some unease in the lifelong residents. ⠀ ⠀ I am sorry for any time I have raised my voice at my children, using my chronological age as a justification to do so. ⠀ ⠀ I am sorry that I sometimes get impatient when on the phone with a heavily accented customer representative. ⠀ ⠀ I am aching to my core for every one of my relatives who has been insulted, terrorized, humiliated and murdered because of their religion. ⠀ ⠀ I am sorry that I brought up my children in a place where they had very little chance of meeting a person with dark skin (and so grateful that as they grew up they fixed that) ⠀ ⠀ I am sorry for any harsh words I have said to myself. ⠀ ⠀ I am sorry for any time I have allowed a seed of lack of compassion, dominance, judgement and hardness that lives inside of me to sprout and take over my words and actions.⠀ ⠀ I am crushed and sorry for any time in the future when I may forget to remember how very, very sorry I am today. ⠀ ⠀ I am promising to do better⠀
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