Time and time again at work, I hear my fellow (few) black colleagues with fear of being labeled angry black women, when something goes wrong.
Is like a non-written rule, not fruit of paranoia or acting out the race card but of years of constant everyday racism examples of just simple ignorance and constant stereotyping about everything about us from our bodies being fetishized, to our minds being diminished or considered volcanic, to even the way we walk and dance.
Can you blame us that we snap at times after enduring this on a daily basis?
Even if we are right in feeling angry because someone was simply a bitch, said or done something against us, often times we don’t speak up for fear of our fellow white British colleagues making a comment or given us a look that we could be angry and hot tempered because we are black.
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