Every weekend, after Saturday dance classes and before Sunday evening, the girls and I gather in the living room for a marathon of hair-styling. One by one, Nia and Layla take turns sitting between Mama’s knees, patiently accepting my commands to ”turn here” and ”lean there” as I oil their scalps, detangle their coils and… Continue reading “They Marched Black and Biracial Children Down the Hall To Check Their Hairstyles.”