Just because I live in white skin doesn’t mean I should be blind to the hurt that dwells within colored skin. I can never know the pain that comes from having others judge and persecute me and my family for the hue of my body. I can never understand what it means to be bruised by centuries of oppression. I will never experience these things, but that doesn’t mean I should ignore them. Racial violence—whether it comes in the form of words, fire hoses, or bullets—is spit in the face of humanity. I may be white, but racism still stings.