Since and more likely even before my birth, I was destined for success. My parents are both white. They come from well-off families. They had the privileges of good educations, stable neighborhood environments, and strong friend and family connections. The day I was born, I came into an already-functional support system. I went on to become the beneficiary of this network starting with the treatment my mother and I received in Mount Sinai hospital July 18 …showed first 75 words of 3495 total…

…showed last 75 words of 3495 total…many other kids are sitting somewhere, maybe even down the street from me right now, staring at the wall of their dilapidated, over-crowded apartment, not knowing how they are going to survive, with no one to turn to for help or answers or support, and wondering why their life is happening to them and what they did to deserve it. It is an incredible weight to bear just for the price of a skin color.