Everybody knows this dance. Your neighbor does it. Your coworker does it. Your representative does it. It's been passed down for generations and America has never stopped doing it.

Step one — I have a Black friend. What's their name? When's the last time you had dinner at their house? Or is this friendship based on sitting next to a Black guy at work ten years ago and laughing at his joke once? Because while you're posing for that photo, your "friend" is getting pulled over for driving in the wrong neighborhood. Getting followed in stores. Getting steered away from houses by realtors with redlined maps. Knowing one of us doesn't make you not racist any more than owning a plant makes you a farmer.

Step two — I don't see color. Then you don't see me. You don't see four hundred years of history. You don't see the Black family getting evi ...