“I can no more safely forget racism than a sea captain can forget about waves and weather. It must be heeded and understood to be navigated, and if I refuse, I will drown. I may drown anyway, despite my best efforts. That is not in my hands, and in a strange way it is freeing to know that even perfection might not be enough.”
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Slow Poison by Ezekiel Kweku — Even if the police don’t kill me, a lifetime of preparing for them to just might.