Being an expat (especially in a majority white homogenous country) often means that you are traversing and experiencing these traumatic events alone. And like many Black professionals who work in primarily white spaces, some Black expats carry within themselves a duality of being. It’s a duality honed and perfected over years that is easily called forth — it comes by rote — and many have become adept at maintaining and performing it. It is a performance akin to psychological code-switching — a forced assimilation that encompasses not just language but the entire being. It robs you of peace and dignity; it permeates the bones and takes a tremendous toll.