Imagine walking into a space where you automatically feel out of place because nobody’s face is identifiable with your race and
Imagine walking into a store and being watched like a hawk, or getting pulled over by the cops for simply wanting to “talk” and
Can you imagine having the ambition to apply for a job position, only to later find out that your surname is under suspicion?
Imagine being called a racist name, all because your pigmentation isn’t the same, and when you finally get the courage to go to a teacher to explain, you’re the one who is blamed and
Imagine having a waste dump in your backyard or feeling anxious every time you see a security guard, or how about being suspended for having too much “attitude” on the school yard
To be Black in Nova Scotia means to work twice as hard, because no matter where you are, you’ll be wearing your identity card.