Until about a year ago, I considered myself an “ally” to the Black Lives Matter movement. How could I not? I grew up hearing about the evils of American slavery. My final presentation at my nearly all white middle school was titled “Black People: Struggle and Freedom.” Diversity propaganda wasn’t just part of my education growing up, diversity propaganda was my entire education growing up. It wasn’t only coming from school, either. I had propaganda spewing from my liberal parents as well.