A Stranger’s Reflections on White America

Growing up in Brazil, I experienced a childhood most parents would want for their children: carefree, safe, and almost recklessly innocent. I rode horses, took sailing lessons, threw birthday parties with mechanical bulls and bungee trampolines in my backyard. I ate sausages out of the packet and dressed up as a demon for Halloween. I … Continue reading A Stranger’s Reflections on White America