Racial profiling, memory of a parent

I have many memories, but I write one now because I am going to recount this memory  in a training session that I am hosting. In May 2012, I went to the Saint Joseph’s Oratory of Mount Royal in Montreal  with my child for a  First Communion class activity. We toured the Oratory with the group of about 20 kids and parents.  At the end of the tour, we went to the gift shop.  We browsed the store and then purchased two postcards for my aunts in Grenada. As we were about to leave the premises a security guard approached me … Continue reading Racial profiling, memory of a parent