“You remind me of my mother.”

Susan Boyer, Decatur, GA. These words were spoken to me by a young black waiter. I’m an old white woman. “We got a connection”, he said. And I felt it. I was so touched by his generosity of spirit. I walk around my diverse city, aware of my racist culture and upbringing and practice looking […]

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.

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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 […]

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.