Coming Home

by Brittney Griner

you can’t legislate hate out of people’s hearts.

Sometimes loving a person means telling them everything. Other times it means leaving them with hope.

Blackness doesn’t make you less, but it does frame your life. When you walk into a room, so does race.

When you’re Black, your behavior is never just about you. It’s about your entire community.

“Does God exist?” For years I’d been on the fence, but prison knocked me off the ledge. The moment you realize you may never walk free, doubt disappears. Some call that Jailhouse Jesus. I call it sense.

You can withstand just about any shame so long as your tribe stands with you.

I wasn’t just an athlete imprisoned overseas. I was also a sister, a daughter, an Aunt Nene, a friend, a person with a heart much bigger than my screwups.