I’ve been struggling with being understood, but it never occurred to me that the same crowd might not want me to be understood—because of race. Every day, I spoke with the same person from another race. Even now, though I speak clearly and articulate my thoughts well, people still ask if I “meant to say this or that,” knowing full well they understood me the first time. It’s a way of stripping power and relevance from my words. What to do? What to do? The universe seems to conspire with its spells to keep me silent.