I work with a woman who calls grown black men "boys". It's 2015. And if I said something I would be the one who would be wrong? I would be labeled as the angry black woman? So I go to my desk and instant message every black supervisor and manager and chief I knew. Because, as a member of the secret club (whom I knew who I could and could not send this message). The more times change, the more things stay the same.
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