What is so productive about talking?
We were sitting at a bar waiting for the rest of our group to join us. It was mid-September, and still warm outside. Beads of water dripped down my glass into a puddle on the brown surface. We had just started our senior year of college, and my friend was describing a recent discussion in one of her classes about racism in America. A couple black students in the class had raised their voices when another white student claimed racism no longer existed. "They were just so angry," my friend said. "It's like, ok yeah,...
