By Stan Welch
I, like millions of other Americans, have watched the events in Ferguson, MO play out over the last few months. In August, a white police officer, Darren Wilson, shot and killed an eighteen year old black man, once again sparking the flames, literally and figuratively, of racial tension.
And once again, amidst the destruction, the opportunity for a real and substantive opportunity to talk about race in America was squandered. It was squandered for many reasons, but the simple explanation is that real and substantive opportunities are difficult to pursue while screaming at each other.
I cannot, as I have been repeatedly reminded, possibly understand how a black man or woman feels about living in America. Why? Because I am not black.