I put down the copy of the paper and had one of those moments.  You know, one of those moments when I can hear Kanye’s “racism still alive, they just be concealing it” line ringing in my head.

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It started out simple enough.  One of those “get to know each other” exercises around our office’s chestnut conference room table.  We would tell each other our favorite movie characters, the book we loved the most, just small things that could give clues as to who we were.

We started off at the head of the table: Mumford and Sons, Feist, Malcolm Gladwell, Dave Matthews Band, Corinne Bailey Rae.  I even smiled a mental smile at the surfer-looking dude who admitted his love for all things Zora and Toni Morission.

And then it happened.

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