Was she black?
“Was she black?” my 10 year-old daughter leaned in and whispered as we walked toward the car.
I was puzzled for a second. Then I noticed her eyes advert to her 7-year-old sister, who was skipping a few feet ahead—a clear signal that it was safe to answer because she was out of earshot.
Then it hit me. She was talking about Sandra Bland. She must have overheard me discussing the case on the phone moments before leaving the house. Read more
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