My hair is not your politics, it’s how it grows out of my head.

This morning as I walked to work, minding my own business, listening to a podcast, I saw a black man approaching me with a raised fist. I had just passed another man who was clearly struggling with an addiction, who mumbled under his breath as he lurched toward me on the sidewalk. I pretended not to … Continue reading My hair is not your politics, it’s how it grows out of my head.

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