Betty Harris.
I recall having a conversation with one of my white acquaintances in regard to past and present racism against blacks in America. After conversing for several minutes this acquaintance felt the need to express her “empathy” for the black community. She ended by saying and in the most sincerest of ways, “I feel so bad for how you all have been treated as a people. I would never want to be black.” I stood there in awe for a few seconds, trying to process what I had just heard. It felt like 101 responses raced my mind. However, my brain and voice was in sync that day. She had already spoken her truth and now it was time to speak mine. With my head lifted high, looking her straight in the eyes I responded, “Being black is not a curse.”
