because it had to be told.
Some folks may not quite understand why the stakes are so high for me and those I love.
I am aware of my privileges:
I am educated. I attended a private boarding school and a private university where I earned both a Bachelor’s and a Master’s degree.
I am a U.S-born person whose 1st language is English.
I am a cis-gendered heterosexual.
I am married.
I do not live with a disability.
I also embody a space where the targeted and marginalized aspects of my identity make me vulnerable to practices, policies, and dominant cultural beliefs that have denied or would attempt to block my humanity as well as my civil rights:
I am a Black Woman.
I am the daughter of an immigrant.
My father is from Trinidad. His family has roots throughout the Caribbean.
The great-granddaughter of immigrants.
My maternal great-grandparents were Canadian.
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