What traveling taught me about White privilege and anti-Blackness— from a Black woman’s perspective

Exiting the plane and dragging my suitcase through the thinly stretched corridor towards the arrivals gate at Milan Malpensa Airport in Italy, I felt my chest tighten and my heart beat louder and louder. This feeling of distress was familiar, but that did not make it any easier. On the walk, I nestled into the sea of white faces that had also exited the flight from Prague, Czech Republic and I just knew it was going to happen again. With a sigh, I braced myself by moving my passport to the…