It bemuses me to think that ‘race” is still an issue for people. If you’re going to hate someone, hate them because they’re an asshole, not people of their race.

With that said, I cannot help but pity those pigmented challenged people who have no idea why they get called 'fucking haole'. I imagine many of them go home, and ask themselves, why me?

I came to understand the topic of race at the tender age of five. My neighbor, a 13 year-old boy, decided to make a Molotov cocktail and throw it into my next-door neighbor’s window. Traumatized, I spent the rest of my day sitting on the curb, watching the firemen trying to salvage the scorched house.

From that experience, I realized that stupid people do stupid things, for stupid reasons. That (stupid) kid, for instance, decided to burn my neighbor’s house down, just because she was black.

Heavy stuff to stomach when you’re only five years old, don’t you think?

I wonder if brown cats are this mean to orange cats, just because they’re orange.

by Aleina Hammonds

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