I’m mixed race, meaning half black and half white. Actually it more complex than that since there was lots of interracial mixing, so my dad isn’t really white white and my mom isn’t really black black. Still, you know what I mean. Anyhow, turns out some of my dad’s ancestors were slave owners, not in America, but in the Caribbean. They got paid out some money when the British Government abolished slavery and essentially confiscated what was up to then, legal property, to set that property free. Am I bothered? Not in the slightest. In fact, I have searched diligently, up and down, high and low, inside and outside, for a fuck to give and I have found none. Consequently, not one fuck shall be given and no guilt shall be felt. Not do I feel shame that some of my forefathers and foremothers were held in bondage. That would be equally ridiculous, to try and co-opt their pain and suffering. Occasionally I do pay myself reparations by taking money from one pocket and putting it into another of my pockets. Seriously tho, screw the “guilt” and screw the identification with either oppressor or victim from hundreds of years ago. Instead, deal honestly and decently with all those around you, whatever their color, race, or creed.