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In 1975, my parents divorced and I moved to Oakland, California to live with my Mom. Up until that time, I only knew I was an American. It wasn’t until I was six years old that I learned what it meant to be an African American. I really didn’t know anything about discrimination until we moved to Lexington, Kentucky. In Lexington, we were the only African American family in our neighborhood and the only Black kids who were not bussed to school. Those experiences fueled my passion to stand up for equality and justice.