When the editor of the Explorer sent me a photograph of myself he discovered on the wall at an Adirondack museum, I was filled with anxiety. The museum exhibit calls me the “first non-white” summit steward. I am not sure if that is true. I am the first Black steward. But I am confident there were folks of color before me. Why present me that way?
I am Black. Non-white can mean a lot, but in this context, I think my blackness is most important. Sometimes that
