That night I learned the terms “microaggression” and “implicit bias.” Both are fancy ways for describing racism that isn’t necessarily fatal. Racism that often doesn’t physically injure you. Racism that is hard to prove. Racism that makes our so-called white friends ask, “How do you know it was racism? . . . I mean that sucks, but how can you be sure?” This is the kind of racism that drives you crazy. Death by a thousand racist cuts.
