Growing up as a Black girl named Meredith wasn’t easy. I was teased about it a lot. But as I entered adulthood I realized what a boon having a “White sounding” name was- I can’t tell you how many times my name has been called in a waiting room 2 or 3 times after I’ve stood up in response. You know they see me and expect a La-something or D’-something or Sha-something. So I gave my daughter a race-neutral name. Because if they throw her resume in the trash, at least it won’t be until after she gets the interview.