Last month, I graduated from Yale University with two master’s degrees. This is huge for my family. I’m incredibly proud and grateful for all who’ve poured into me. Yet, I’ve been grappling with the complexities. How can I celebrate during a pandemic that’s disproportionately impacting my community? How can I take joy when Black people continue to be dehumanized, excluded, and assassinated? This is my attempt to hold space for the both/and.
“Ohhhh weeeeeeeeee! So proud, how I wish my parents and grandparents were here to see this day. I love you always.”