WHY DO I HAVE TO KEEP REMINDING YOU NOT TO USE THE N-WORD?
I am sitting at work amidst a hum of employee chatter, my attention trained on my computer screen, when a single word slices through the cacophony—“nigga.” From mumbled Chance the Rapper lyrics, two white guys let it slip: “If one more label try to stop me/It's ‘gon be some dreadhead niggas in ya lobby…”
I stiffen, look around. No one else seems to notice.
My face flushes.
I am the only black person on my team and, consequently, I am the only one who has acknowledged the slur...