I love America. I’m always being told that I shouldn’t, because as a black girl, America doesn’t love me. I can understand that thought process, with all the police brutality and institutionalized racism and cultural appropriation. And I do see all of these things, I hate them, and I do my best to speak up about them.
But I also see the country that my ancestors built with their bare hands, with sweat in their eyes and blood on their backs; I see all the things we’ve invented, and all the great things we’ve bestowed upon this world; I see books and art and incredible music that we’ve created that millions of people, black and white alike, enjoy every single day.
So yes, I love America. And despite all the awful things this country does to our people, I will never forget that this is my home, that without me and my people, the America we know and love would not be.