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- Over the years, the demands of a new career in mortgage underwriting and disappointments at public falconry events (most likely fueled by lack of diversity) would take away my love of falconry. At the very first meet with Nietzsche, I was stared at, whispered about and finally denied the opportunity to fly him in the field. I tried attending another event after moving to another state, with the same outcome... There were even several years where I didn’t admit to being a falconer, which made me more self-conscious about being seen with Zen. I had become disillusioned by comments making sweeping generalizations about what black women do and don't do—as if we’re all the same.