These stories break my heart and infuriate me all at the same time. I just wrote a story about white privilege, and of course, had people commenting that it doesn't exist. It exists. I've never been followed in a store on my own....but I sure have when I've been with my Black siblings, cousins, even my father when he was alive. Same stores, the only difference was who I was with.

Some days, I feel like I'm yelling into the wind, like nobody's listening, you know what I mean? I guess my question is what else can we do? We keep trying to call it out, to bring attention to racism....and nothing seems to change! It breaks my heart that another generation has to be brought up in a racist world.