Jesus is the antithesis to the ugliness of racism

With all the talk of “White Nationalism in America,” I read Christian Picciolini’s disturbing— yet hopeful —memoir of his descent into and eventual escape from racist ideology entitled, White American Youth.

He reflects:

“I’d blamed everyone but myself for what I believed had been taken away from me . . . I took my misplaced aggression out on the world, blaming those whom I failed to make an effort to understand, rather than take responsibility for my own feelings and actions. . . .

“I ended up blaming others— blacks, gays, Jews, and anyone else who I thought wasn’t like me— for problems in my own life they couldn’t possibly have contributed to. My unfounded panic quickly, and unjustly, manifested itself as venomous hatred.”1 &nbsp;&nbsp;<ahref=""><spanstyl... 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">To view more, please log in or subscribe to the digital edition.</span></a></p>