COMMUNITY

Another’s Other Brother

An essay on the meaning of meeting someone.

photo by Claudio Schwarz at Unsplash

I met my first Black person during my senior year in high school. There were no people of color in my town unless you counted itinerant workers and I don’t think we did. As I was not included in the class field trip to Jonesboro Arkansas from Port Washington Wisconsin because my hair was too long, and my…