“A black woman with a PhD is worse than a woman with HIV.” I didn’t respond. Instead, I looked over at his wife. I wondered about how she felt hearing him say that. She put her head down. I wondered what it meant for her to be married to a man who held that belief. How far could she rise and grow with a partner who felt that way? And then I wondered what it meant for me, a black woman who was, at the time, earning a PhD.

“As far as I am concerned, becoming a black woman millionaire is a revolutionary act.” And since I am always “with the shenanigans,” I just upped the ante and asked: Can the women we call Infamous Mothers become millionaires?