It’s a tiresome tale - to hate “whitey” - and goes well beyond American History.....
I was born in Zambia in 1960. I am white. My black nanny took care of me most days while my mother and father started a hospital and treated those in the community, selflessly - mom was actually in labor with me while nursing another woman in labor!
Well, the nanny came running home with me in her arms one day ( I was six months old ) scared, because the other women washing down by the river begged her to throw me, a white baby, down on the ground so they could trample me to death.
so, I weary of hearing about America’s past - the problem is in the heart of man across time and continents, hatred and jealousy can only truly be subdued through real hope and change - Jesus.
What an amazing personal history you have! How long did you live in Africa?
The teach all nations, and baptize them...instruction...doesn’t seem to work for all parts of the world. I’m afraid some will just have to find their own way as they can’t seem to understand anything that is good for them.