Race At A Funeral.

<p>Since marrying a black man, I&rsquo;ve developed a habit of noticing the racial makeup of people in any given space. This practice falls outside the norms of whiteness that I learned, and I feel pressure to conform to these norms when I&rsquo;m with other white people.</p> <p>Yet here I am at a funeral with my white family, observing the many mourners as they pass, and noting that only five people aren&rsquo;t obviously white. As I sit in this space, I can&rsquo;t help but think about how my black husband and brown kids might feel if they were here with me. I also can&rsquo;t help but wonder if someone will ask me where my husband and kids are.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@jessicakiragu/race-at-a-funeral-6158780b3de7"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>