I am, in very, very many ways, hard to ignore. Especially because I'm very dark-skinned.
Not by the decades of experience. Not by the skills I have acquired. And not by the impact of our work.
But judged by the one thing I have no control over: My skin.
The month Trump won elections, I was with a group of friends in Atlanta, and I remember us saying that if anything happened, our white friends would form a shield around us.
Like back in the day when @katawonga and I used to joke that maybe we should hire a white person to be the face of our company so we could get more business.
I would never be given the chance to prove that we knew what we were doing.
But my biggest privilege? I know that when I come back home, I'm not going to get killed just because of the color of my skin.
Our experiences will always be subjective, and we'll all point towards the data that suits us to frame the arguments that support our own biases and privileges.
When someone tells you that they are being murdered in their own homes, you f***** listen.