I’m always annoyed about why black people have to bear the brunt of everyone else’s contempt. If we are not totally understanding and smiling, suddenly we’re demons.
Me too, Toni. Me too. Yet there are crickets or we’re told to shut up when we complain of our constant mistreatment.
When did we take on the weighty role of the scapegoat who doesn’t have the right to feel, disagree, have a bad day or simply be? And why? [rhetoric, but you’re welcome to answer]