On Sundays like today, after a violent tragedy that claims any Black lives in the name of racism, I used to feel sick to my stomach before heading into the white evangelical church I was attending. I’d be bracing myself for silence or some stumbled over, half-baked proclamation that my life was important but we shouldn’t say Black Lives Matter too loud (if at all), because we might offend somebody.

A whyte, well known journalist from my hometown posted a series of posts about an interaction he had with his adopted Black daughter about the use of the n-word & rap music. What he shared and how he did it was highly problematic for multiple reasons. Centering himself, tokenizing his daughter, saying it’s “not about race” and many other red flags were evident. He ultimately took down the posts at his daughters request only to come back and double down on his opinions by restating exactly what he just erased.