When blacks must work twice as hard for the same amenities and niceties bestowed upon others for 1/2 the work.
I've seen it time and time again and being in Kentucky, it happens more often than naught. I would like to think that I haven't seen the looks and stares but it's ever present. Sometimes it's that look out of the corner of someone's eye. Other times it's a look of surprise and wariness. In any case, it's the sign that I should "step up my game" and make sure to dot my "i's" and cross my "t's."
Which is very tiring. :(
The Black Tax also manifests itself as an unspoken responsibility to reach out and teach others who are less fortunate than myself. This was not a huge burden in undergrad and medical school But in residency, it's damn near impossible! I've almost buckled this year because of my undying desire to "help" people. Crazy, no?
I'm just looking for a time when I can have more opportunities around "my people," those being of a triple minority. Lol, hell, it'd be great to be around the double minority that leads my title of today's blog...but until that time comes, I'll just sit and whittle...
“I’m the one asking you the questions, Lorna.”
2 years ago
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