If It Wasn’t For White Allies, I’d Have Lost All Hope
Like guardian angels, they have helped me along the way
I was in the 12th grade. My white sociology teacher handed me back my first test since I’d started his class. I rushed through the pages to see my score. At the bottom of the last page, there was an “A.” It was the first time in my life I’d ever gotten an A. I was 17 years old; I beamed with pride. That was the …
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