"...there is nothing great about entering a stranger's home, killing the family inside the home, claiming the home as your own, kidnapping a family from another neighborhood and forcing that family to work for your company for no pay and endless abuse. For hundreds of years. And then punishing the kidnapped family once someone says they are allowed to go free by restricting where they can live, what schools they can go to, and where they can use the bathroom."
In kindergarten, I was spat upon and called the N-word by my White classmates. I have zero memory of this experience. It was so traumatic I blocked it out, but it has been recounted to me on several occasions. That same year, a White neighborhood boy told me other little White girls in the class wouldn't be allowed to play with me because I'm Black...
After 4 long and adventurous years with The Black Expat I have decided to step down from my roles as Business Operations Manager and featured writer. As my education continues to grow and expand, I have taken on different and unique opportunities that have allowed less time for doing the work I so enjoyed with … Continue reading Strength to Move On
We want a Little Mermaid cake that says 'Happy Birthday Aisha,' and the mermaid should be black.
As I scan up to drink in the rest of the splendor that was this unusually elegant outfit for a Saturday at an African hair braiding salon, I take mental note of each pointed piece. Navy pleated skirt, navy and marigold paisley print blouse, extraordinary naturally long red nails, snow white full beard, deep brown hair with a circular revelation of a pale scalp.