When did I become black: The last time I shaved my head was in January 2016, when I was in a New York City bar.
I wore a red, black, and white wig and a yellow fedora to cover the dark circles under my eyes, and a wig with black feathers sticking out.
In my head, I wore an old-fashioned black suit.
I used to think that I was the only black person in the world.
Today, I’m happy to tell you that I’m not alone.
The black community has changed a lot in the last 40 years, and there are people who look like me who still feel like they’ve been forgotten.
In the last couple of decades, the number of black professionals in the U.S. has been declining.
This includes professional hairstylists, hair stylists, and hair therapists.
Black Americans have a hard time getting jobs.
They’re overrepresented in high-tech industries and among college students.
They have the lowest median income of any racial group, at $27,000.
They also have the highest incarceration rate in the country.
Black people have been disproportionately targeted for unemployment and under-employment laws, according to a 2015 report by the University of Michigan.
The number of people in jail for non-violent drug offenses has tripled over the past 30 years.
And black women are almost three times as likely to be imprisoned than white women.
And even though black people make up less than one percent of the population, they are more likely to experience discrimination and violence.
As the U-Haul bus pulls up to my door, the white man behind the counter says, “I’m sorry, but this is not the right time.”
The man is a former prison guard named James C. Lewis.
He has been a hairstylist for 28 years, but the moment he opens the door, I feel like he’s telling me that I am one of the people who have no place in this business.
It’s hard to explain how painful it is for me to see that.
Black men and women in prison make up more than 60 percent of those serving time for nonviolent drug offenses, according the National Center for State Courts.
Black women account for more than 40 percent of all inmates serving time, according a 2016 report by The Sentencing Project.
I ask Lewis if he ever felt like he was in over his head.
He tells me he had been working for many years, which is the truth.
But he was frustrated with the way the profession was structured, and he felt he wasn’t helping the situation.
When he was a young man, he says, his mother was a prostitute, and his father worked for a drug dealer.
The man says he was lucky enough to have a mother who was willing to pay for his education, and to have an older brother who was a good student.
And it was a family that had a sense of honor.
He was the son of a former slave.
He went to a private school, went to college, and graduated from college.
And then he went to work for a black man.
The day he got out of prison, he had no idea how many years he had already spent working in a job that was often exploitative, that made people look down on him.
But now, after years of fighting to make ends meet, I was told I had to go back to prison.
I had a hard job.
The hair stylist told me to come back in three months and start over.
The prison was like my dream.
And so I came back, and I took it one step further.
My hair became a symbol of freedom, and freedom was a big deal for me.
I got a haircut every week.
I didn’t know how I would make ends meets.
And that’s when I started thinking, How can I help my people?
I needed a new way to live my life.
I went to prison to learn about black culture, and it was an opportunity for me as an artist to teach others about African culture.
It was a chance to make a change in the community, because I didn’ t want to be just another customer.
It just wasn’t right.
The stylist says that’s where I got my start.
I was lucky, because my mother paid for my education, so I could attend college and graduate.
I worked in an art gallery, so my art was part of the culture.
I loved that part of it.
And I loved the experience of working with African artists, because it was my job to help them.
So when I finally came out of the prison, I decided to come out to my community.
It wasn’t until I started living in Harlem, and starting my own barber shop, that I realized how big of a step that was.
When I came out, I thought, I can do this.
I could change the culture, I could make my community better.
I started my own shop, and soon, I