"Two weeks into my orientation, I was questioned by a fellow Trinity (University) student about my intelligence, and why I was in the school. He noticed I was one of only ten Black people and I was part of their affirmative action process to get into school.”

My first conscious memories of racism began in high school in San Antonio when a Latino student would regularly mock me, claiming that I have big lips. Later in life, a police stop in New York City was, by far, the most disturbing experience.