They’re Called ‘Microaggressions’ but There’s Nothing Small About Them

For 11 months I regretted that I had not glared at my white therapist and said, “You are dead to me. You are not the person I thought you were. You never knew me. You only saw the stereotype.” For 18 years he had been my favorite doctor, yet I stayed away. Previously, I would have sworn that he would be the last…