As I laughed with my Auntie Shirley, I mentioned how Black Americans have been suffering over 400+ years of employment, medical, social, fiscal and educational apartheid. I mentioned how it used to hurt me so much when my Mother used to look at the scars from picking cotton that were ingrained in her hands and burst out in tears. She some times would cry and cry and cry into the night. Just looking at her hands triggered some very hurtful memories. As we talked, my Auntie said something that literally brought me to tears, “they used to pull us off the school bus and make us pick cotton”. And just like that, I was quietly balling on the other end of the phone. I didn’t let her know I was crying, but that cut me deep. You can read more about my Mother's story over on my blog at: https://efabuloushb.wordpress.com/2020/07/23/they-pulled-my-momma-off-the-school-bus-to-pick-cotton/ --> Follow me online at EfabulousHB.com or on FB / Twitter / IG --> @EfabulousHB  ---> PS, I use colorful language allllllllll the time. Soz.