Treasure Island

john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

Racism Poem - Where Racism matters


okay okay okay okay
good no good no
love love love

Submitted: Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Edited: Friday, April 04, 2014

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  • Ivan Donn Carswell (1/4/2007 11:51:00 AM)

    Institutionalised racism by any name, special ethnic or religious privilege, or whatever, is the challenge of the future. Either we all have them or they don't exist. (Report) Reply

  • Joe Breunig (1/3/2007 11:18:00 AM)

    An enjoyable write about a touchy subject; people who benefit from racism tend to turn a blind eye regarding another's plight; nicely done.

    Happy New Year! (Report) Reply

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