When It’s Hard To Be Both American and Black

Loving A Country That Does Not Love Me Back

There’s an essay in my drafts folder that’s six years old. Currently, it’s about an 11-min read with one page of citations. It’s one of the pieces I return to, every few months or so, to jot down a few observations. Stray thoughts. When I started it, I told myself I wouldn’t publish it off the cuff. Couldn’t edit it…