One biracial man’s views on the fallacy of a post-racial America. Pure, thought provoking, honest, and brave. Please take a few minutes to read his story, then share it with your friends.
“…when it comes time for them to attend school, will my sons be confronted with that same question: What are you? And when they answer, will they be doubted…?
That kind of doubt and disbelief can run deep in a child. I know, because I experienced that disbelief, no matter how loudly I protested. I didn’t dress right, I didn’t talk right, no way was I “mixed” with black. As a child, more than anything you want to belong, and so the constant disbelief and invalidation of your identity wears you down, to the point where you don’t want to argue anymore, where you almost begin to question it yourself.”
my grandchildren are biracial, and have already dealt with situations before, sadly –
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I wish this surprised me. If you don’t mind me asking, do they choose to answer? Or do they tell them to stuff it?
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They are young, but people have stopped them with mom and dad to ask things like – “where are they from”, “do they have the same daddy,”, etc. one is lighter skinned than the other so it brings up even more questions
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This brings back a lot of memories. It’s remarkable what adults will ask in front of children, as if they’re deaf if you’re not directly speaking to them.
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