There comes a time in a little black girl's life when she realizes that no matter how amazing she is, white people will never stop trying to touch her hair. This perpetual violation of personal space has been clearly passed on through genetic memory. It is pure insanity. Generation after generation they keep reaching for our heads and we vehemently resist. It's reminiscent of a dog chasing its tail. An absolutely preposterous action that is so embedded in the perpetrator's genetic code that they cannot stop doing it. Ever.