Eyes were opened. Grateful for grace.

Katelin Hansen Columbus, OH I started college completely ‘post-racial’ and ‘colorblind.’ I remain so thankful for the friends of color who abided with me, answered my ignorant questions, and continue to educate me today. Changed my worldview, and frankly my life’s trajectory.

My Grandma called me “Black Beauty”.

Donna Wolfe Kansas City, MO She bolstered my self-love, self-esteem and confidence. I am eternally grateful. My self-image was that of beauty, grace and intelligence. My elders lived that way, daily. They made us feel loved and entitled to the best the world has to offer.


Grateful, granny called me black boy

Kevin Browne ‏ Submitted via Twitter: @drbrowne #TheRaceCardProject  “Black Boy” for Michele by:  Kevin A. Browne I was grateful; granny was prophetic, almost making me out of clay, caressing my tar with old love. black before it was a color. we come from an oily family, our skins sticky to the touch. we, who gushed […]