Growing up in Grenada, we had a little black-and-white TV that only got one channel. We’d see shows about America and everything looked so perfect. Every few months, one of my American uncles would visit and they’d always show off and bring expensive gifts. So when I finally got a chance to come here, I was excited. I landed at night and took a taxi to my uncle’s house in Brooklyn. The next morning I walked outside and there was dog shit and garbage everywhere. I hadn’t seen any of that on the television.”