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The First Church I Ever Attended Had A White Pastor. My Pastor Took Wonderful Vacations With His Wife Who Was White Too. In A Few Photos, He Would Be Seen In Bikini Trucks Instead Of Trunks For Men Like Shorts With His Loving Wife In Her Full Body Swimsuit. My Ex-Pastor Who Was White Signature Thing He Would Do To All Members Was Give A Bob Barker Kiss On The Cheek. Growing Up On The Westside In Atlanta, My Mother Never Taught Me Racism Or How To Be Prejudice Or Overwhelm Me With Injustice Things That Were Going On In This World. I’M SCREAMING TO THE TIP TOP OF MY LUNGS WITH EXCITEMENT: THANK YOU GOD FOR MY ANCESTORS AND THOSE CONNECTED TO THEM NOT BY DEFAULT. THANK YOU GOD FOR QUALITY RELATIONSHIPS AND NOT A QUANTITY OF FOOLS. HAVE A BODACIOUS AND MIRACULOUS DAY!