“I am an Invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids-and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination, everything and anything except me.”
In 1952 Ralph Ellison penned these words in a book he wrote entitled, “The Invisible Man.” This discourse he communicated to American Society because he did not feel accepted based on the color of his skin.
Fifty-eight years after the publication of this book, I can relate…
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