A fear that hums quietly under the surface of my everyday. I was sitting in a Philadelphia park a few blocks from my home with a couple of my white friends and I was asked to leave for being black. The first incident occurred when I was 11 years old. I sat in my living room, confronted with the raw emotions of my own history with racism. As I watched officers carry the listless body of George Floyd out of frame, something completely broke in me. By now we have all seen the video (or should I say videos).
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