How to Respond When You've Been Called a Racist

Hi. Let’s talk about racism.

First, I want to talk about my race. I was raised by my mother to think of myself as White. After all, I am the descendant of well-to-do Colombian plantation owners. Back in the good old days, we owned a lot of land, and we had many serfs. Per the tenets of Latin American pigmentocracy, the Burgos were a White Colombian family. Of course this ignores the fact that if you put us under the sun long enough, our skin darkens quite a bit—to a light russet brown. In fact, my branch of the Burgos family descends from an adopted ancestor, my great-great-grandfather Gabriel Burgos, whose provenance is unknown, but who undoubtedly carried in him plenty of Native American blood.

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New Year's Resolutions and Sunk Cost Fallacies

I feel like some reasons for doing things are better than other reasons. In principle, this has to be true. If I give a hundred dollar donation to a charity because I believe in the importance of their cause, am I equivalent to or better (in some way) than the individual who gives a hundred dollar donation to a charity because they are going to get a discount on their taxes? Does it matter?

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I Should Blog More

I should blog more. That's what I keep telling myself, but I've been either very busy or very distracted. Either way, I've allowed far too much time to pass in between posts, and that's upsetting. What better time to get started again than Pride Month? After all, this was supposed to be a big month. The second book in the Stormborn series, The Knave and the Fool, was going to be released for sure. I had a plan. But that plan went to shit.

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The Tale of the Broken Hand

One Sunday in early November, someone in Tulsa was driving downtown when he saw a yellow light. The same question crossed his mind as crosses mine when I encounter a yellow traffic light: Do I stop or do I go? He chose to speed up. The light turned red before he hit the intersection. He had misjudged the light's timing. A blue Honda barrelled towards him.

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