Be Gone: A Story of Nosiness and the Denigration of Black Women

The other day I was meeting with a family member in Harlem to discuss some business ideas for his line of work. We generally talk money openly, doing so whenever and wherever. On this day we happened to be at the gym, sitting at a singular table and clearly in a mutually good mood. I was writing notes in my everything book and calculating random numbers on my phone while he listened and proposed ideas-- a fruitful dialogue.
Being that I was minding my own business, I did not notice the people entering and leaving the gym around me. Again, everyone was minding their own and living their life.