Racism is like a body of water, formed by the rain but unlike a puddle of rain water when left alone; it won’t dry up and simply fade away.

In fact, it’s more like a rain storm that doesn’t stop and becomes a raging river; running down stream. It will seek out the path of least resistance and travel underground, while taking refuge from the sun; hiding in cracks and crevices, to form pools of water prime for breeding life. But even then, it doesn’t stop moving, searching, and gaining strength to break free from the clay which helped to mold it, shape it and unsuccessfully held it at bay.

Racism is like a river running from the mountain top to the sea, unchecked, unchallenged, uncontested and allowed to flow free. It is like the river as it enters the ocean, it is embraced, it is accepted and then it is consumed. And just like the river, racism adapts and subtly blends in; waiting patiently for an opportunity to become rain again.