How I Am Detoxing From My Own White Supremacy As A Black Woman
Yes, because sometimes, I too am racist
The other day, I was having lunch with a Kenyan-German friend I recently met. We hit it off from the moment we greeted each other. Like me, she is married to a white man and has a biracial child. She’d been reading my blog for a while and could identify with some of the racist situations I write about.
When we started talki…
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