Growing up, I learned that if I ever wanted a birthday party, I would have to conform to my father’s racist expectations and exclude my black and brown friends. That was something I refused to accept.

In my 47 years on Earth, I have never had a birthday party, had my friends over for sleepovers or had a group movie night. Any time spent with my friends was done away from home and away from my father so he wouldn’t spew his vile judgment upon them.

I had an incredible conversation the other day with two wonderful black ladies, and, when the topic of my father came up, they hugged me and promised that as soon as I won the race they would throw my first birthday party for me. A small gesture, but one that signaled a unity this country desperately needs.

I hope that these emails resonate with everyone that has had similar experiences with racism. If you have experienced anything like this and want to share, feel free to email me at [email protected]. Let’s unite against hatred, together.