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“But I do not believe the acts of oppressors are my people's shame. For me, that my people became, created, and imagined from a position of unfreedom is a source of deep pride, not shame. I hope you learn that too. What better evidence of human beauty and resilience could there be?”
A beautiful, striking, loving, brutal letter from a Black mother to her Black sons on growing up and living in America.