The woman began by sharing an interaction she had with a black woman on the street, who looked at her strangely and asked if she was lost. She then got emotional as she talked about her frustrations integrating into the community, and how she felt it best to just leave. As tears rolled down her face, I glanced around the table at the nodding and sympathetic faces. I felt like I was in the sunken place from “Get Out.” She was crying, and I was furious. Black people aren’t hateful, but you can’t expect to be immediately welcomed with open arms into a community that is constantly being wounded and trying to heal.

Source: Los Angeles Times August 02, 2018 11:17 UTC