I'm intrigued and saddened by your carefully thought-through litany of grievances. While not for one moment suggesting that your life DOESN'T present you, as evidenced in a string of Medium essays, with one tableau after another of White People Behaving Badly, I'm also forced to juxtapose your lived experience with that of my wife of 18 years: a Black woman from Dallas who has spent her entire working life in predominantly white office spaces. Since we both work at the University of Mississippi, we've been sharing our thoughts about each other's workplaces and performance evaluations for almost two decades. She is competent, candid, and kind. She is disinclined to find fault with others--although willing to do that if pushed. She makes friends wherever she goes and is beloved, as it happens, by an international cohort of grad students to whom she ministers. She has never been fired. (All her bosses have been white.) When her performance evals are anything less than stellar--and none of us is always stellar--she works conscientiously to up her game. She makes no attempt to be superwoman, nor does anybody expect her to be. She inspires me. She's a great counselor. As I read through your "9 Rubbish Reasons a White Boss Gives to Fire a Black Employee" and thought through our decade-and-a-half's worth of candid conversations, I found myself wondering whether she'd find any of them resonant with her own experience. I don't think she would. This doesn't invalidate your experience and the conclusions you've drawn from it. You're a popular presence on Medium and it's clear that your grievances resonate with others. But they're not universal or all-encompassing, and I'm glad that my wife's lived experience and her willingness to be candid about it gives me the perspective needed to see that.