My fearless niece is the perfect combination of intelligent, curious and bold bunched into a pocket-sized three-year-old girl. When she visits me, I’m bombarded with questions, and then rationalizations for every answer I give, so that it can make sense within her little world.
I don’t mind it because her curiosity is a superpower. She is fortunate enough to come from a family that is going to constantly nurture her talents. But what about the rest of the world? What does this country, as racist and sexist as it is, have to offer a talented young woman of color?