While I was growing up, a voice would pop up in my head sometimes. A voice that would say, “That’s not gonna happen to me.” I remember having discussions about racism at a very young age. My family knew it was vital to talk about it, but as a kid I thought, “That’s not gonna happen to me.” I was a nice kid. I wasn’t like those other black kids, the ones who misbehaved and talked back. Then I’d...