I Tried It: I‚Äôm Not Mad at the ‚ÄėCome Meet a Black Person‚Äô Event Organizer and You Shouldn‚Äôt Be Either

When I told my mother I was going to the ‚ÄúCome Meet a Black Person‚ÄĚ event in Lawrenceville, Ga., she readily told me, ‚ÄúPickeny gal, a mind dem a nah sum ku klux klan sin ting yah nuh.‚ÄĚ This is Jamaican patois for ‚ÄúIt‚Äôs a trap!‚ÄĚ My friends also warned me that it was a trap.

They‚Äôre Called ‚ÄėMicroaggressions‚Äô but There‚Äôs Nothing Small About Them

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