They told us the ground was level. That the race was fair. That if we ran fast enough, worked hard enough, dreamed big enough-we'd reach the finish line. But some of us were handed running shoes. Others were handed weights.

This is not a story of failure. It's a story of design.

Before we speak of justice, we must speak of architecture. Of invisible scaffolding that lifts some and lowers others. Of rules that change depending on who's playing. Of maps that promise freedom but lead to locked doors.

This book is not a lament. It is a lantern.

It does not ask for pity. It demands clarity.

Because equality is not a myth-it's a blueprint waiting to be built. And before we can build, we must see. See the tilted track. See the missing rungs. See the hands that hold the levers.

Only then can we begin-not with outrage, but with intention.

Not with slogans, but with solidarity.

Not with the illusion of fairness-but with the practice of it.