I learned I was Black in kindergarten.

Phoenix, AZ.

One day after our teacher snapped photos of our class she developed them in black and white and scattered them out on a table and told us to find ourselves. I got frustrated because I could not find my photo; that day my mother was volunteering as class mother and she pointed mine out saying “there’s my chocolate chip cookie”. All of my classmates wanted to see my photo, and when I went to take a look I was crestfallen and in tears because I didn’t know that I was Black not to mention the only Black child in my class. Needless to say my Mom had to take me home early because I would not be consoled and of course that day we had a long talk.

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One Response to "I learned I was Black in kindergarten."
  1. barry irving says:

    ..hope you got over it…kindergarten is way gone. Now it’s time to know your culture and ancestry…color is a construct not to be relied on!

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