I Want To Take The Great American Roadtrip Through The Heartland, But I'm Scared Because I'm, You Know, Black

On the last day of fourth grade, when the final bell rang, we all came roaring out of the front door of the school as you do when you’re nine years old and it’s the last day of school. Out into the sunlight with that feel for freedom that you haven’t felt since your very first bill arrived in the mail. It was…