by Michele Dortch
While in college, I worked as a teller. I remember a regular customer who came in every week to deposit his paycheck. As I completed his transaction, we’d engage in friendly small talk. But he always stared – examining my demeanor, my speech, my hair, my skin. I could see
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by Catherine Anderson
I am always on the verge of choosing which kind of person to be. I blink, and I choose again. I choose several times a day, every day. I wake up and I have to start choosing all over again. I am talking about how I engage with understanding race.
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