When My Husband Knows It’s Time To Use His White Privilege
Because at times, the racism is just too blatant, just too overt
On our way back home from Paris last Sunday, my white husband, my mixed-race daughter, and I decided to fly. Our flight was to leave Paris’ smaller airport Orly. As always, I was in a hurry to get to the airport early. As a Black person, I’m always self-conscious of the fact that it might take me longer to get through imm…
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