You shook with the effort of containing your fury as we walked away from the camp director. “How dare he?” you spat, still leaning on crutches despite a lifetime of surgeries.

I think he meant to help. I think the prospect of “helping” a poor black teen blinded him to the insult he offered your family, suggesting they weren’t taking care of you. Fucking white man’s burden.

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