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Being black in America 2013


I worry what a professor thinks of me the first day of class. I need to work more than the white, Asian, and Hispanic students to prove I'm not a slacker. I'm always cautious about what I say, and how I say it. I spend more time working to prove people's stereotypes wrong. When I walk into a store, I'm paid close attention to so I don't steal. I sometimes surprise certain people when I articulate myself well. When policemen pull me over, they're surprised I have no offenses. The chains of blacks have long been vanished, but the chains are very much felt.
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