The Black Woman and Racism: A Personal Reflection
I grew up with white friends, and I know that sounds familiar, but I genuinely did. One of my first best friends was a sweet girl named Maria who wore thick glasses and had beautiful brown hair. Tragically, she lost her life in a hit-and-run accident, a loss that deeply affected me. I attended a predominantly white Southern Baptist Christian school where we all got along well, and I personally never experienced racism during those years. Yes, I grew up in South Carolina where racism is deeply embedded in the culture, but somehow it remained hidden from my immediate experience.
