Dominique, you make a number of lovely and poetic points. To this, I might offer that we stop seeing what we take for granted. Back in 2001 or so I was in South Africa. The death rate from HIV AIDS was horrific. I heard someone say, without the slightest irony, that it was getting so terribly inconvenient that he couldn’t find cheap help these days. The vast numbers of folks dying did little more, to him as an Afrikaans white man, than create an economic inconvenience. My response is unprintable. The presence of Black women in so many instances becomes remarkable when suddenly, if they are no longer there, the world begins to disintegrate. To your point. My world would disintegrate without the Black women woven into the fabric of my existence, and kindly they aren’t the Help. I am deeply fortunate in that we help each other.