With all that's happening in the United States right now, I feel obligated to share my thoughts on the racism that is rampant within this country. When I was growing up, four of us lived in a one bedroom apartment in Queens New York. At the time it was all I knew so I thought nothing of it but now as an adult I realize how hard it was for my mother to provide things that so many of us take for granted, like personal space, privacy, and a safe neighborhood to live in. We moved to a bigger apartment (two bedrooms). My mother, sister and I slept on a king size bed and my brother had a twin bed in his own room. Even then I wasn't aware that my mother was struggling. Living in a bigger apartment in a better neighborhood felt like we were a world apart from our old place. There were kids in the neighborhood to play with and there wasn't a shortage in friendly neighbors. We were living in a Caribbean-American middle class neighborhood in Cambria Heights, New York. I once hea...
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