Chapman says it will do better. When?

It was spring 2016, the second semester of my freshman year. I had chopped off all of my chemically processed hair, and I was doing the damn thing. I mean, my fro was out in all of its glory. The sun made my melanin shine bright. I needed a new parking sticker, and I was headed into the Public Safety office. And that’s when it happened. A car full of white men rolled the window down and yelled “Nigger!” and sped away before…