My mother… would save her money and take us skiing on the weekend, which was brave. She took a black family skiing. This was the 80s — brothers weren’t skiing, man. People didn’t know what we were coming down the mountain. They’d be looking up, confused, ‘Oh my God, are those bears? I think I see bears skiing down the mountain! Huh, they’re African Americans trying something new. What’s next — golf?’