Letter No. 5: Should I Attend My Gay Friend’s Wedding?

Hey, Clay,

I’m a 62-year-old heterosexual male who grew up in the South with all the beauty and values southern living afforded. It wasn’t exactly a “Gone with the Wind” existence, but there were clear lines drawn between accepted and unaccepted behavior and right and wrong. Most of those distinctions were moral ones I learned according to a Christian upbringing which I needed to operate successfully in society, but when it came to Blacks and gays, there was an inherent and practiced prejudice taught by society and not by the Bible. I have spent most of my adult life discarding or un-learning the negative, racist ideas instilled in me from a young age. however, some of those beliefs still are attached to my core and may stay until I am gone from this life.

Letter No. 4: Am I Black or Not?

Hey, Clay.

Am I Black or not?

My mother is white, and my father is Black. I’m biracial, identify as Black, but look white. Black people always tell me I’m not Black enough, it’s like I constantly have to prove my Blackness. “You like hard rock? Obviously you’re not Black enough.” Oreo cookie. 

Letter No. 3: It’s Not A Small World After All

Hey, Clay!

I have young kids who I am trying to raise to be compassionate and friendly to people they cross paths with, no matter their nationality or physicality. 

When our oldest daughter was still alive and we would take her places in her wheelchair, I was always happy to answer people’s questions about her, the device she used to communicate, and her ability to understand. 

Letter No. 2: What Forgiveness Looks Like

Hey, Clay.

As every family has it’s dysfunction, mine was pretty far on the dysfunctional spectrum, bordering chaotic. My parents had five children and they divorced when I was young. All five children had different relationships with my mom, varying from ones with firm boundaries to a rather enmeshed one my mom had with one sibling I’ll call Golden Child.

Letter No. 1: What Do I Say to a Friend With a Terminal Disease?

Hey, Clay.

I’m sending this letter to you in the hopes that you can give me some help with a situation I am currently in. I have a very good friend that has a serious medical condition. He has been told that he may not have long to live. This friend is a real optimistic type and is fighting this battle with everything he has. My problem is that I don’t what to say because I might say the wrong thing to him. Any advice that you might give me would be greatly appreciated. Thanks so much for your consideration of this letter!

Sincerely,
A Concerned Friend