There's a certain unexplainable feeling of pride that I feel when I'm scrolling through Instagram, and I see pictures of my people traveling to exotic islands and the historic wonders of the world. I see pages like Travel Noir, Blacks Men Travel Too, Black Travel Go, Melanin Overseas, or any of the many accounts dedicated to celebrating black travel and I can't help but smile.
I remember the first time I got jumped. The streets were the type of empty that allows you to see ten blocks straight without a car or person in sight. It was the middle of the night, somewhere between 11 pm and 2 am. My friends and I were hanging out in our building when we decided to go hoop at the courts that were behind the projects a few blocks away.