I am a black woman who went to a mostly white grade school from K4 – 8th grade. There was one other black kid in my kindergarten class. I was about 21 years old before I saw another black woman my age working her ass off like I was. I am black, but I grew up in a completely white world.
I saw some sort of pro-life propaganda in each gas station restroom I stopped in between Mequon and Iowa. The second time I thought, “is there something the universe is trying to tell me?” I realized the universe was calling me to use my voice and my medium to open a conversation about what being pro-life really means.