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The Angry Black Woman has a right to be Angry

It was the last day of June, and the Pride Parade had caught me off guard when I arrived at 9th Street intending to meet up with my friend who was also Trinidadian, but visiting from Montréal where he lived. We were on opposite sides of the parade, and after pleading with a policeman to let me through one area, then jumping over two barricades to get to my friend’s side, I was all too ready to kick back, relax…