Kwanzaa: it’s not Black Christmas? Then what is it?
“Happy, Kwanzaa!” says a well meaning Susan, the cashier, as I leave the store. Why do they always do this? I can feel my cheeks burn, (thank GOD I’m Black) and I shuffle out the door. Just slow enough that she doesn’t think I’m running from this awkwardness and the ever present worry of being …
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