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i like to think people can change. maybe i'm naive. i live down south, and i've seen people--some family members--go from racial-slur-spewing to love-one-another over time. the church my parents attend was all white when i was very young, and now there are as many people of color as caucasians. however, i know things like this run deep. history is one thing, living is another. dying is, too.

(oh, and there's nothing quite like being type-casted because you're from the south. one girl in a group of friends was afraid to meet me because her family is from west africa. she was shocked as hell when i hugged her. there are some retard rednecks down here, but we're not all that way.)