I Finally Met My Racist White Neighbor in Paris

My luck had finally run out

Photo by Ravi Patel on Unsplash

After now close to three months of living in Paris, I was beginning to believe that my neighbors were to be heard but not seen. I was even getting frustrated because I wanted to meet my white neighbors as soon as possible so that they would get over that first utter shock and surprise to learn that I was Black. Try as I may, I just…




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