My Boyfriend’s Parents Were White Supremacists

Sometimes they are right there under your nose, and you don’t even see them.

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I dated a white guy in college who had grown up in Senegal in West Africa. I was attracted to him because he had spent his formative years on my continent, Africa, while I had spent mine in his, Europe. We had a lot of experiences to share and compare.

Blaise would tell me beautiful stories of his time in Dakar, the ho…