My friend from Africa discovered anti-racism. Started reading Ibram Kendi, watching videos and listening to podcasts. She tried to share her finds with me but I said it makes me feel like a prostitute who found a boyfriend. It’s exactly like at work but nobody’s paying me to do it.
Eventually, my friend decided to hang out with African Americans. But that didn’t go well. They said, “we like you even less than white people. They bought us as slaves but you sold us to them in the first place.”
“You are a college professor,” the friend told me. “Help me come up with what I should have told them.”
I said that while all that selling and buying was happening in Africa, my own ancestors were being bought and sold, too, so we were definitely uninvolved.
The friend said it’s OK to share this story online if I don’t use any names. Maybe somebody knows what to respond in this situation.

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