Choose to Believe the Best of People Who Disagree With You
My nickname in high school was “Oreo.” According to my white friends—and later, to my black friends—I was “white on the inside, black on the outside.” This label was mostly a result of the way I talked. I didn’t “sound black,” they’d tell me. I would laugh at this label back in high school, mostly because I didn’t know how else to react. How does one react when outnumbered and trying to fit in? My laughter, I later reflected, was actually a survival mechanism. It was my fo
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