My exact words to the HR lady were, “With all due respect, working here has been like working on a plantation with central air conditioning.”
On our way back from Illinois, Michael and I made a stop at the Franklin County Jail Museum.
A guide for the (White) mothers who asked for advice on raising their Mixed-Race children.
I was about five years old when I first started questioning why none of my dolls looked like me. This set the stage for my development as a Mixed Black female, all the way into adulthood.