Black Americans are forced to operate our entire lives in battle mode. It’s utterly exhausting.


Decades ago, when I was a teenager growing up in Portsmouth, Va., my buddies and I constantly railed against the evils of “the system.” We viewed the system as a vast, amorphous establishment that worked to preserve White privilege and control Black folks’ lives.
It was the 1970s, and as …..


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