I started getting stares from other black women in public. If they were brave — and many were — they’d casually mention good hair stylists I could use, tell me which websites had good information, and suggest effective products I should buy. One lady at the store actually walked me to the hairstyle aisle and showed me exactly what I should do. Another very kind woman sent products to school and left them in my older kids’ locker to help me learn how to care more effectively for her hair. And these were not isolated incidents. Far from it.
A very bold black cashier at the mall asked, “Why do white people go to Africa, pick up kids, throw a headband on them, and think that’s okay?”
Read the whole depressing and infuriating thing, sent in by a loyal 5FF reader.
I’m talking about the phenomenon of total strangers actually daring to speak to you in public about anything, let alone voicing their opinion about your daughter’s hairstyle.