Bitch, I’m Black.

I recently had a day where I had to endure back to back, unfortunate conversations with three white colleagues, whose racist dialogue was spewed all over me like a frat boy who, after reaching his tequila limit, while walking back to his dorm in a blackout, littered an unsuspecting hedge with his rancid bile.

Unfortunately for me, I was the hedge.

Also unfortunate, I realized that if these conversations hadn’t happened consecutively, I probably would have let them go; shaking them off and moving on. I would have been upset, yes, but would have digested and stored that pain away, somewhere in my body.

But because these three unfortunate conversations happened in a row, I was reminded of how much day-to-day-racism I let slide.

Most People of Color do. It doesn’t matter what color or ethnic citizenship you fall under, we all let it slide because we have to. Because if we don’t, we are told that our feelings are outrageous; unfounded!

I couldn’t possibly be a racist, because I’ve given money to BLM!

Or, my uncle is married to a Korean woman!

Or, I marched in the civil rights movement in the 60’s!

Or, I can’t believe that Columbus Day is still even a thing!