An Open Letter To Mothers Of Little Black Girls Who Were Triggered When Watching Trump Molest Selamnesh At His Rally
When Sage was 6, one of her closest friends had a party at American Girl Place. Fourteen little Black girls showed up in a limo, beautiful dresses, shiny shoes, ruffled socks, big bows in their hair. Like God had dropped little Angels on Chicago and Michigan Ave.
They pranced in the store, giggling with their friends, shopping for their dolls, no different than the 100 plus other girls dressed up and happy, except they were Black.