Let’s face it: if there’s one thing that racism isn’t about, it’s reason. If it was, we’d have eliminated it by now.
Racism, of course, is about emotion — and emotion can be stubbornly resistant to facts.
I know this, because when I was 16, I read one of the best books I’ve ever read: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou. By this point in my life, I’d heard all the facts about racism — I remember my dad being a wild-eyed liberal from a very young age, and I’d seen the respectful way he dealt with other races in his own life.
I received some criticism for my first few books, from people who said I was being "politically correct" by including racial minorities. That made me laugh. There are racial minorities in my books, because there are racial minorities in my life.