Believing in race has cost us our identity.  We have yet to see who we really are.  So covered up in stereotypes, our true self has yet to be acknowledged much less accepted.

Believing in race has cost us our authenticity.  Instead, we all “wear the mask that grins and lies.”  We not only pretend in front of others but we become the deception.

Believing in race has cost us our relationships.  We are not as connected, bound to each other as we could have been, as we should be.

Believing in race has cost us our ability to feel.  Numbed by our hatreds, we lack empathy and compassion for those who do not “look like us.”  But, we all are originals so this is an impossible standard.

Believing in race has cost us our voice.  We now only speak prejudice, the language of difference, fluently.  We don’t know what to say or see without it.  We would rather be mute than to consider the word race-less.

What more will we give?  What is there left to lose?