My Memories of Traveling While Black

My Memories of Traveling While Black

I looked over at The Cuban who was instantly pissed and ready to fire back about the inappropriateness of the story but, having traveled this road before with clueless people, decided to shoot back, "That's nothing. I buy cards with White people on them ALL THE TIME." 

It's a space with a long road stretched out in front of me, but I walk it. I teach, whether by sarcasm or true and serious concern, that this space is mine and that it's defined by me and not someone's perception of me. I travel while Black no matter how short the distance.

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