09: Dear Serena

I grew up in a Hendon middle-class suburban area in northwest London; my dad was a diplomat for the Tanzania High Commission. I lived on a cul-de-sac, where we were the only black family. My Catholic primary school was predominately white. Although I don't remember explicit racism towards me, I'm sure certain microaggressions existed. I certainly felt like a black dot on a sheet of white paper.

At that time, the idols I followed were Sampras, Becker, Agassi, Graf, Seles, etc. There weren't many black tennis players; shout out to Malivai Washington and Zina Garrison. Then there are these two sisters, 11 and 12; I have an older brother who was better than me, so I gravitated toward you, Serena. I was in awe of your confidence at such a young age, especially playing a white sport, Straight Outta Compton.

Fast-forward to 1999, where I watch you, a then 18 yr old, win the U.S Open, your inaugural Grand Slam title, and what would become one of 23. A feat that betters Margaret Court's 24; sorry, Margaret Court, yes, you played more back-to-back matches with less money and a team. But, you also didn't have more talented players to face and the hatred that came with being a dominant black player.

The hate you endured during the 2001 Indian Wells final and the fallout after was insane, but you kept moving and winning. That alone is a testament to your mental toughness, which is inspirational, especially among black and brown kids who regularly experience that type of racial shit.

Thank you, Serena, for being a true champion, no sorry, Greatest Of All Time in tennis. I'm excited to see your evolution and impact in the future.