Bigoted Roots, Other Fruit?

One side of my Indiana-transplanted Kentucky forbears were moonshiners, drug runners and KKK members. 

Embarrassing. Terrible. Wrong. Evil. Lamentable. 

Aware of this, I continuously examine and challenge my outlook, attitudes, words and actions, endeavoring to identify and root out bigoted assumptions and norms I may have inherited and unwittingly embodied.

Aware of this, throughout my adult life, I have tried—by action and leadership and influence—to counter their bigoted attitudes, toxic shenanigans and prejudicial decisions.

Every generation has an opportunity and responsibility to do their best to challenge and counter familial and systemic evil.

This is an ongoing challenge. Every thought matters. Every conversation matters. Every action matters.

It’s worth whatever it takes.