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Don’t Forget, You’re Not White
Pretty cute kid, right? Maybe even the kind of kid you’d want to be friends with your child, smart, polite, full of innocence and wonder. Well, not so much. This is my kindergarten school picture taken just before I received the beginning of my real education. By real education, I don’t mean the usual ABC’s; I mean who I was in this world and how that world saw me.
I preface this by saying that this is my experience growing up as a biracial kid. I don’t claim it was in any way typical or that I had it any better or worse than others. These are my observations, based on my life and the things that I went through, and still, go through my mind. I also have to give a shout out to Kay Valley because it was her thought-provoking story that lit the fire under me I needed to write this. Kay’s story is here, I encourage you to give it a read:
I was the third and final child of a black father and white mother. Here they are:
