> About a year ago, I decided to build a library on my front lawn. By library, I mean one of those little free-standing library boxes that dot lawns in bedroom communities around the country — charming, birdhouse-like structures filled with books that invite neighbors and passers-by to take a book, or donate a book, or both. > Then one morning, glancing out my front window, I saw a young black couple stopped at the library. Instantly, I was flooded with emotions — astonishment, and then resentment, and then astonishment at my resentment. It all converged into a silent scream in my head of, Get off my lawn! > The moment jolted me into realizing some things I’m not especially proud of. I had set out this library for all who lived here, and even for those who didn’t, in theory. I would not want to restrict anyone from looking at it or taking books, based on race or anything else. But while I had seen black newcomers to the neighborhood here and there, the truth was, I hadn’t set it out to appeal to black residents. > What I resented was not this specific couple. It was their blackness, and my feelings of helplessness at not knowing how to maintain the integrity of a white space that I had created. I was seeing up close how fragile that space can be, how its meaning can be changed in my mind, even by people who have no conscious intention to change it. That library was on my lawn, but for that moment it became theirs. I built it and drove it into the ground because I love books and always have. But I suddenly felt that I could not own even this, something that was clearly and intimately mine. Imagine the national outrage if NYT had published the above. Nothing changed other than white <==> black. The sad part is that all of the emotions this lady is feeling are the result of being a victim of race hustlers - people who've told her that everything she ever does, every accomplishment she ever achieves, and every personal interaction she has must be viewed through the lens of race. Hopefully someday she realizes the reason she feels as though she cannot own anything herself as a person is because she's on the leftist "plantation" people have been talking about, where your personal identity is beaten out of you. Your achievements mean nothing. The group's achievements mean everything.