Please don’t leave. Some of us get it. I married a black woman. She’s responsible for 600 hospice patients in Manhattan and the Bronx, and (from what her reports tell me) is single-handedly responsible for keeping chaos at bay. And we raised two amazing boys to be incredible young men together.

And I report to a black woman at a large tech company (you’ve almost certainly used one of our products today), and my manager is brilliant at keeping me on track and afloat in a world where I’m almost always the dumbest person in the room.

I’m sorry to self-center this conversation, I really am. But I don’t know a better way of affirming the truth of what you said here. If I’ve only done one thing right in my life, it’s figuring out early how amazing black women really are.