My Name Is Lazarus: How the Church and Chesterton Rescued Me From Racial Hatred

I invite the reader to Google my name. There is a strong possibility that you have encountered my photograph at some point, as it has become part of the visual shorthand for white supremacy in contemporary America. That image was taken when I was 20 years old, nearly 21. I am now 29. Despite the passage of time, many continue to see me only through that image. For this reason, I have decided it is…

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