It is the area where the Black kids congregate on campus. Where minorities go to become part of the majority. Where outsiders become insiders. No code switching. No “inside voices.” No one to remind you of the White Man’s rules. At my school, you could go to play dominoes with reckless abandon like they do on the corners of Black neighborhoods across America. You might experience an impromptu freestyle battle. You could participate in an educated debate on the merits of Tupac versus Biggie’s lyrical superiority. You could even get your hair braided at lunchtime—with beads! The Black Table is
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