They Laughed at My Wife for Being Black, They Called Her a Charity Case, They Followed Us to the Parking Lot and Threw a Drink on Her
It was a calm Saturday afternoon in Richmond, Virginia—the kind of day that seems ordinary until it suddenly isn’t. Inside the supermarket, the air smelled faintly of floor wax, old produce, and the subtle sweetness of the bakery. Danielle was picking peaches, humming a soft jazz tune, her dark hair braided neatly, her eyes serene….