Your body goes clammy all over when you’re confronted by an outright racist. Your skin feels heavy and numb at the same time. You shut down, but you can feel the rage you’re trying to suppress, boiling like a hot cauldron deep inside. Your stomach becomes a black hole that you wish you could disappear into. The sweat bursts out of every pore on your body. But something told me not to run. Something in my Black DNA told me that running would only make things worse.
