when I acknowledge the elephant in the room, which is that I know the world knows I’m black, meaning not only do I know that the deadly consequences for being black in America are lurking around the corner for myself, my family, and my black friends, but I know that information has forever altered the way I live my life because I don’t live in the same America that many white people of a certain status do, that truth is too real to handle. Too uncomfortable to address. So people don’t.
