I once worked with a white lady from South Africa. In front of the team, she would act all friendly and all, but in the background, she would constantly undermine and discredit me and my work. At first, I simply took it to mean she didn’t like me. As the years progressed, I began to realize that she was a closet rac…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Diary Of A Black Woman In A White World to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.