Okay, I'm not doing this dance with you again where you project your insecurities and fears about what I'm thinking in order to validate your world view. It wasn't worth either of our time last time. If you want to talk I'm willing to listen. But you're gong to have to talk to me, not your incorrect projections about who I am.

You are dead wrong about my intentions and in fact a lot of your sassertions, and the tragic thing is that you're too determined to view the world as being against you to see that.

I don't write for approval, I write what I believe to be true. Could I be wrong? Of course. When I am, people aren't shy about telling me. I welcome that.

On the other hand, there are plenty of black people "high-fiving" me for pointing this out. One of Medium's own black publications has reached out to feature this article. If you can't even consider the possiblity that you're wrong, or that you can't read a complete stranger's mind, you're in for a very frustrating life.