My father built bookshelves in the living room of our Brooklyn apartment, and my parents filled those shelves with the books of Black authors whose words we were unfortunately unlikely to encounter outside of our home.
Mi padre construía libreros en la sala de nuestro apartamento en Brooklyn y mis padres llenaban esos estantes con libros de autores negros palabras que nunca tuvimos la oportunidad de escuchar fuera de nuestro hogar.