Before finishing our discussion of Caste by Isabel Wilkerson, we're talking about the first black pilots who helped us all get flewed out. Never forget, they broke boundaries and shattered ceilings so that none of us would have to fly Spirit today. They were uppity in more ways than one, and we can't help but aspire to their level flyness.
It reminds us that no matter how embarrassed or angry we become by it, history does not change.
In a memoir about standing up and standing out, one writer-slash-fashion editor must weave her way through society’s expectations, cheating boyfriends, and the racism, sexism, and doing-too-much-ism of corporate before finding she needs none of it to be enough.
By the end of summer, will they stand before an alter or a casket?
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