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Okay, I’m a racist. Last Friday, I realized that I’m both an idiot and a racist. We were invited to a picnic to celebrate the birthday of a boy in our son’s class. “So happy you could make it,” the birthday boy’s mother greeted us with a broad smile. She mussed my son’s hair, irking him. “Such a lovely boy; we’re so happy he comes to our place to play with Tomer. Isn’t that right,...