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As a child, I loved to visit my grandparents. Their home was very different from ours. My grandmother had purchased it late in life with her own money, she would proudly say. In the house were cherry-wood end tables with scalloped edges and leather insets, beautiful ornate ceramic peacocks that...
When you are young and black and living in the inner city — people think they know you. They like to tell you what to read, why the way you speak is all wrong and why that outfit you are wearing is not appropriate for school. Sometimes they are right....