My Hair Shows Me Anti-Blackness Exists Everywhere
My Blackness put me in a position to been seen as inhuman — and my Americanness forced me to accept it
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6 min readOct 7, 2020
I last got my hair cut in March 2018, one and a half years before I first began my four-month stay in Vietnam. My hair is coarse and nappy. It’s untamed and sprawls out everywhere, but I like it that way…
