Recently I was sitting in Starbucks, sipping my precious chai tea latte, reading an article by a young white woman. She spoke of her aggravation and insecurities — feeling judged by “some people” due to her genuine love for Starbucks and her Greek letters. She then added a Ben Carson quote, a biracial ex-boyfriend shout-out and an appeal to colorblindness as she expressed her issues with Wake Forest’s “racial divide.” I closed my screen.
Within her words, I felt America’s consciousness — I felt our beloved Wake Forest. I couldn’t help but reflect.
Earlier this summer, I saw flashing lights blare as soon as I made that illegal right turn.