The lie of the “uniform” Black experience. — The Intersection

Pietra Dunmore

Today I had my blackness questioned, again. It is a familiar scenario that rears its ugly head from time to time, because I was raised in the suburbs. In this particular situation, it was implied that I wasn’t Black because, I didn’t know what dabbing was. For those that don’t know what dabbing is (like I didn’t), here is the definition from…