I can’t help but read her face and response as dismissal; I’m overreacting about these incidents of casual racism.“It’s like that at every job. I didn’t understand Zora Neale Hurston’s wisdom until long after I’d become familiar with her works.
I grew up a girl who had been conditioned to keep her feelings to herself.
The success of the model minority acts as indisputable evidence for nationalists and bigots: The American Dream is not broken, but reserved for the obedient.It’s one of the lighter moments in this young black girl’s life.Originally from a small town outside of Paris, Marieme decides to drop out of school and join a gang. Her mother constantly works, which means her abusive brother is head of the house.My mom is not surprised, nor is she is in disbelief.She frowns as though I’ve spilled coffee on an all-white church outfit. I feel like I’m 13 again and my mother is yanking up the sleeves of my long-sleeved shirt, exposing my collection of jagged scars and old cuts on my forearm.