When Color is Clear
My whole life I have been typecast. My whole life I have been Black first, and a talented, complex human last.
This piece was originally published in the first issue of HTL. I’m (mostly) resisting the urge to update it with language I might use today, 5 years later.
Even in the 1990’s, segregation colored my existence. I grew up in Northern Delaware, my family moved often within the state—a nod to my parents dedication to giving us more space, more grass, more s…
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