I know the first time I felt black. Fourth grade, Ms. G’s class, reading a book around the carpet about the underground railroad. As Ms. G read aloud to everyone, enthusiastically accounting the description of the main character—female and black—one of the boys in my class turned around, pointed at me, and yelled, “like Dumkele!” I was stunned and embarrassed, but I laughed it off with everyone...
Persevering in the face of blatant racial discrimination
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