Why I was able to find the answer to my life’s greatest question

My answer to life’s biggest question is this: I have a problem with the word “person.”

The term “person” is a loaded word that carries the stigma of a racist slur.

I’ve heard this before, and I’ve seen it used to describe black people, Latinos, gays, and women.

But it’s also been used to refer to black men, as well as to black women.

As a black man, I’ve had a lot of people tell me I don’t look like my mother or my sister or my friends.

My mother and sister and my friends have told me they’ve seen me look a lot like them, too.

And they’ve been right.

I have to admit, I’m not entirely sure what to make of the term “people.”

It’s a lot less loaded than the term I’m used to hearing, “race.”

When I first heard the term in grade school, I was completely confused.

Why, after all, is this word used to classify so many different groups?

I was also confused because I’d never heard the word in my own life.

I knew I was the son of a black woman who grew up in poverty, and that my dad was a black-owned car dealership owner.

My father’s family came from Detroit and moved to Chicago as part of the Great Migration of the 1960s, and my mom was raised in New York City.

But even though my dad and I grew up with different experiences and identities, we were the same color.

My dad had white skin, and he was a working class man who worked at a paint factory.

My mom was white, too, and raised by a white family.

I don.

I’m an American.

And while my dad’s family didn’t move from the city to the suburbs, my mom grew up as a white, working-class woman in a middle-class, white neighborhood.

And even though she and I have the same skin color, our racial identities are entirely different.

I think it’s the way our racialities have been defined and interpreted that has created a system in which it is acceptable for white people to discriminate against black people and black people to be discriminated against by white people.

This system is so embedded in our cultural narrative that it is nearly impossible to break it down and understand why it exists.

My parents grew up loving us both, and we were raised by two loving, loving parents.

My sister and I were raised in the same neighborhood and raised in a single-parent household, so we didn’t have to experience racism.

My brother was raised by an abusive, racist mother, and his mother raised him in a loving, racist home.

And we’ve lived through the trauma of living through segregation and exclusion in a white supremacist society.

But despite these experiences, my sister and me never had to live through the system of systemic racism that has historically defined our country and its people.

In the 1970s, when I was growing up in New Orleans, I saw the word on a newspaper headline.

It was a headline from the paper’s local section: “Ladies, Ladies, Ladies!”

It read, “White people must leave the Black community!”

My parents told me it was meant to be an all-inclusive slogan, so they took a deep breath and went ahead and published it.

But I think what really stuck with me was how the headline made me feel.

What did this mean?

That white people must be able to get away with racism.

What was the message?

That we were not worth the same as people of color?

That this white-only, male-dominated society was OK because it was so different from the other communities of color it was born into?

My parents were shocked by the sentiment and decided to publish the headline in a different place.

They also decided to change the headline to read, rather than, “All men must leave,” so that the headline read, instead, “Lads, Ladies.”

I think that the message was clear: This white-dominated, male dominated society wasn’t worth the hassle of breaking down barriers, because it wasn’t based on race.

So instead of fighting for the rights of people of colour, my parents decided to break down the barriers they thought they needed to break.

But the system that was built around the idea that racism was wrong was still built.

It is still built in our culture, and our society continues to treat people of different races, ethnicities, and genders the same.

The only way to break through this system of racism is for white Americans to stand up and fight.

The word “race” is not a neutral term that anyone should use.

I used to think that my problem with race was that I didn’t understand it, but then I realized I was just trying to understand something.

I am not a racist.

I do not want to discriminate.

I want to be treated like everyone else.

And I also want