I’m just not comfortable with that.

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I watched an interview with a woman who was running for local office in a midwestern state.  Her city, a small one, was mostly white.  When interviewed about having dark-skinned and immigrants as neighbors, she grimaced.  “I’m just not comfortable with that.”

Racist?   Of course.  And not really surprising.  But I became transfixed on her statement   “I’m just not comfortable with that.”

Since when does someone’s comfort blot out the needs and rights of another?  And what about the idea of using discomfort as a path towards emotional and intellectual growth?  How does a person become an adult and think that her comfort is of paramount concern within the scope of citizenship?  I wish someone could enlighten me.

Her world is not the world in which I want to live.

I could never be comfortable with that.


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