Jun 10, 2020
6 min read
Hooded in America
A reflection on my journey from Harlem to Wall Street and Silicon Valley as a black male
When I was 12, my mother told me that I was forbidden from wearing the hood up on my sweatshirts. It was 1996 and my sister and I had just immigrated from St. Lucia to the U.S. to join our mother in Harlem. At the time, she was working as a nanny for a family that lived on the Upper…
