This is a difficult post to write. I’ll warn you now that some of you simply will not understand. Some of you will think I’m reading into things, that I have a chip on my shoulder, am paranoid or I did something to bring this on myself.
To you I say, walk a mile in my shoes.
For as many of you who scoff, click off this post and shake your head, convinced that I am overly sensitive, there will just as many who understand. I won’t have to explain the indignity because you’ve lived it.
I’m an African American woman, married to an African American man for nearly 19 years. Together we are raising a family right in the middle of middle class, where I was raised.
But sometimes when we leave the place where we know people and they know us, we run headlong into a world with some who, regardless of what they’ll admit publicly, see color first.
I ran up against such an incident recently. The details are not important; it just reminded me that along with helping my children navigate the labyrinth that leads to adulthood, I must also teach them how to deal with the unpleasantries delivered by people with an abundance of anger and ignorance.
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