What this black mama worried about…

What this black mama worried about…

 My husband and I were talking about the events of the past few weeks. We’ve spent a lot of time parsing through the different shootings and political or media angles that Americans are struggling to understand. During our conversation, it struck me that it...
The Night Someone Called Me a N*gger…

The Night Someone Called Me a N*gger…

One night, I walked into a neighborhood pub. As soon as the door closed behind me, an unknown voice yelled: “What’s that nigger doing in here?” Was someone talking about me? I stopped. The room silenced. An electric pause buzzed the air. My mind...

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