Am I ever glad my grandparents are dead! Oh God, did I really just say that?

What I mean is I recognize how difficult it would be to call them out. My dad’s mom was pretty anti-racist for her generation, having been born in the 1920s. but she was still inculcated in white supremacy that she didn’t even recognize.

But my other set of grandparents? Loud, explicit racists. Typical small-town Ohio people who just don’t get it and probably never will.

Sometimes, societal toxins have to age out. I’m so glad I’m old enough not to have to worry about my parents' parents.

My parents and their generation, though? Woof. Okay, now I have my work cut out for me!

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Writer. Runner. Marine. Airman. Former LGBTQ and HIV activist. Former ActUpNY and Queer Nation. Polyglot. Middle-aged, uppity faggot.

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