When the Opera Acts Like It’s Never Seen a Black Person Before
The man at the opera tells me I’m disgusting, but in a lot of ways, he’s lucky. There is no moisture in the air. I slept the night before in braids. It’s a matinee, so I’m holding a very strong day vibe: more Tracee Ellis-Ross in Black-ish than Diana Ross’s 1983 Central Park performance. My…