My first semester of doctoral school I was assigned to read,The Mismeasure of Man (Gould, 1996). After reflecting on the book, I felt inadequate, and to be forthright, and I felt stupid. My initial thought was, “why am I now finding out about this?” All my years of education flashed across my eyes. In a single moment, everything I knew about how I functioned and co-existed in the world appeared to be controlled by the social forces and influencers around me. I began to contemplate all the areas in my life that could have been influenced by micro-aggression, an unwanted assumption, or prejudice. I wondered how many other African American people were aware of this form of racism and how they made sense of their experience of being black. My feelings of inadequacy subsided, but more so than ever… I felt small. It reminded me of the first time I recognized that my race was going to be the initial premise of almost every relationship I would form. It reminded me why education was a predominant factor in my home and my African culture. It reminded me of the copious moments in my life when my mother would remind me that she could not afford for me to go to college, so I needed to get a scholarship. It reminded me of the pit in my stomach that would churn when affirmative action, NCAA, or “special treatment” discussions were brought up for African Americans. It reminded me of the moment I was accepted into doctoral school. Intelligence test has been misleading and harmful for a long time despite their inevitable error. A Psychologist can interpret the data in a way that supports or harms the client. To practice ethically, we must genuinely be intentional and mindful of our interpretations.