All of my black friends were raised with the same message, the talk, given to us  when we became old enough to be mistaken for a nail ready to be hammered to the ground, when people made our melanin synonymous with something to be feared.
Visus manus melnādainos draugus audzināja ar šo domu, ar morāli, ko mums nolasīja, kad bijām gana pieauguši, lai mūs kļūdaini noturētu par naglām, kas jāiedzen zemē, kad cilvēki lika vienādības zīmi starp mūsu melatonīnu un bailēm.