Where Do I Belong? Foreign Everywhere: The Price of Being Black & American Abroad

Being Black, American, and abroad means carrying a passport and a past. One gets you in, the other keeps you out.

I was having a good day. A peaceful one.

That rare, quiet kind of good you try not to jinx. I walked into Super Torta like I’d done many times before craving something warm, something familiar. A sandwich, nothing deep. Or so I thought.

The man behind the counter stood as I entered handed me a menu. I waved it off gently. “No necesita.” I already knew wha…