#BlackHistoryMonth I can admit. I am afraid of the “angry black woman”. I see her and I feel myself shrink back. I said, “I didn’t know” in reference to her struggle, and I saw her posture shift. I heard her mentally ask me, “How? How could you not know?”. And to that, I have nothing to say. I should have known. I should have seen. But now that I do see, and see in small part the depth and length of the oppression… and I have no idea how to start apologizing for that. H