So Long a Letter to Other Black Women: Our Sister Can Never Be White.

<p>I am using my&nbsp;<em>now</em>&nbsp;gloved hands to collect the kitchen trash &mdash; previously, my nails had suffered raw. I am finding and separating spilled cans and rotten food with mold buried under paper bags in an open space (not even in the appropriate receptacle)&hellip; This was a private, recurrent and literally shitstained-soiled scene. I lived among others who came and went with different names, of different nationalities, but all were white faces. I am calling on you, Black women, because this small address is meant for us: there are those of us who, upon learning about these and other &ldquo;ordinary&rdquo;, lifelong comings and goings &mdash; in private and public &mdash; will insist on some version of the following: &ldquo;everyone has their own way &rdquo;, &ldquo;we make &lsquo;mistakes&rsquo; &rdquo;, &ldquo;we have to concede and respect how some were simply educated&rdquo;, &ldquo;we have to negotiate our faults&rdquo;, &ldquo;we learn by exposure&rdquo;, &ldquo;nobody lives on an island&rdquo;.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@estrela.andre05/so-long-a-letter-to-other-black-women-our-sister-can-never-be-white-1f678add7a85"><strong>Learn More</strong></a></p>
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