ABSTRACT
‘I always wanted to know y’all,’ is what I told two of my grandmother’s brothers Ronnie and Donny and their wives, as tears raced down my face. I was crying so hard I could barely get the words out. As I began to brainstorm and scan my mind to recall racist incidents that I’ve encountered that might make the most impact, I struggle. I think that I bury them so deep because if they stay at the surface of my mind and my heart that I would grow bitter. As I began to recall incidents, it made all the emotions of sadness, grief, frustration, and anger fresh.
