June 2020

Even as racial tensions flare across the United States, I can be present at quarters, lead a preflight brief, pass critical information to the unit, or even hand out awards as the commanding officer. Yet, there is a part of me that is invisible at work—because I wear a mask that hides the part that is hurting, tired, and frustrated. As an African American, I wear this mask because it is at times what I have to do be included and accepted in the workplace. It is what I do in the hope of being treated like my fellow shipmates. I feel that it is expected—if not required—for me to have a chance at achieving my professional goals and safely executing my missions in the Coast Guard. It is what I have to do to continue to provide for my family.