A memory that changed me is living in Greece the locals wanted to take pictures with me and my sister because they’d never seen an African American person in real life.
Wow, yes Greece left a mark in more ways than one. I’ll never forget our first day there either… especially when that little Greek woman pulled a napkin out of her purse, spit on it, and tried to wipe the Blackness off my face. She had never seen a Black person before and didn’t know if it would come off.
That moment lives rent-free in my memory not just because it was shocking, but because it showed how deep the gaps in visibility and humanity can be. And still… we were there. Visible. Beautiful. Unforgettable.
A memory that changed me is living in Greece the locals wanted to take pictures with me and my sister because they’d never seen an African American person in real life.
Wow, yes Greece left a mark in more ways than one. I’ll never forget our first day there either… especially when that little Greek woman pulled a napkin out of her purse, spit on it, and tried to wipe the Blackness off my face. She had never seen a Black person before and didn’t know if it would come off.
That moment lives rent-free in my memory not just because it was shocking, but because it showed how deep the gaps in visibility and humanity can be. And still… we were there. Visible. Beautiful. Unforgettable.