See Me, I’m Black

There was a time when, as immigrants, you would take pride in the differences your people added to the idea of what America stood for. As a descendant of slaves, I am proud to know the contributions made to the world as we know it – contributions made by people whose bodies were beaten but whose souls refused to be discounted. It’s our differences that keep us aware of how we all contribute to the “collective”.

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