This is _exactly_ the kind of racism I faced as a kid—the idea that there was something uniquely evil about people who looked like me. My family struggled economically, and I carried both shames, feeling like we were broken as a family. A Black man on the radio once described this same experience and the moment when he rose out of it, re…
This is _exactly_ the kind of racism I faced as a kid—the idea that there was something uniquely evil about people who looked like me. My family struggled economically, and I carried both shames, feeling like we were broken as a family. A Black man on the radio once described this same experience and the moment when he rose out of it, realizing his genes weren’t the problem but the circumstances his people found themselves in, and I felt a kinship with him.
This is _exactly_ the kind of racism I faced as a kid—the idea that there was something uniquely evil about people who looked like me. My family struggled economically, and I carried both shames, feeling like we were broken as a family. A Black man on the radio once described this same experience and the moment when he rose out of it, realizing his genes weren’t the problem but the circumstances his people found themselves in, and I felt a kinship with him.
Thank you for sharing.