It didn’t stop there. Everyday interactions were filled with microaggressions. From telling me that I spoke so articulately to commenting on wearing the same clothes as white people, my experience was being told that I’m an exception to the rule. I broke the mold of what they considered to be a Black person and they felt a need to remind me of it at every opportunity.
Hard hitting article James!This is totally my kinda content! Keep at it!
I wrote an imaginary dialogue couple of days ago on how language, diversity, class, race and context all combine into a melting pot of identity and would love your feedback on it! I think it complements your article well!