Photo: Google Images I'm not sure where even to begin. But let me start with saying, I love living in Green Bay. I've lived out of state in the past and couldn't imagine moving away again. My family is here. My roots remain here. I'm raising my child here. The people in my life who I genuinely love being around are here. Here's the thing though.. Racism in Green Bay, WI - it isn't loud. It isn't in your face. It's actually scarily quiet. It's dirty looks, being looked down upon, backhanded comments, being bothered by law enforcement, and more often than not - played off as a joke. I was born and raised on the East side of Green Bay. During a time when the only other black people in town were Packer players and their families. I first experienced racism at an age I was too young to understand why I was being treated differently. Day Care. I remember crying to my mom to just keep me at home because I was constantly picked on. Both by the kids at t
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