It’s like playing the racism lottery and wondering if you’ll hit

Every time I go to meet a new client, there’s a part of me that wonders if they’re going to answer the door and say, “Oh…you’re Black.

Yeah, we don’t allow that around the children,” and close the door; despite the fact that nothing like that has ever even remotely occurred in the 10 years I’ve done this.

So that’s being Black in America.

Someone call Soledad O’Brien.

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About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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