“White supremacy is the unnamed political system that has made the modern world what it is today,” reads the first sentence of The Racial Contract. That sentence is my North Star. When I get lost in philosophical texts or arguments about justice, I look to this sentence to reorient myself, and a radical clarity follows. The depth of my commitment to this sentence is only rivaled by the depth of my grief as/and/or gratitude for my 17 years of friendship with Charles Mills.