His bus stop’s my white school.

Sally Childs-Helton, Indianapolis, IN. I was raised (white) in the pre-segregated south and grew up with separate bathrooms, water fountains, and schools. My parents ran a general store and many of our customers were black and I knew them and their families as members of our rural community. There was a black family I knew […]

Calling me white is not compliment

Chappell Watkins, Indianapolis, IN. I’m a 47 year old black male I’ve grown up in all white neighborhoods, and over the years I’ve had multiple white friends tell me I’m not black I’m white as if it were a compliment. My question is if you think calling me white is a compliment, what do you […]

Why must our differences be wrong?

Sarah Whitlock Indianapolis, IN It is so frustrating to be around people who are discriminatory. I am tired of having to worry about offending someone because I make a comment that mentions their race or ethnicity. Such a comment is not a problem specifically because it is potentially negative, but because it mentions their race. […]


I’m not white, I’m a Scot.

Samuel J. Lawson, Indianapolis, IN. I’m always annoyed when I have to fill out a form that only includes five or six races and there is no ‘other’ option. I feel ignored when I’m lumped together with all the “white” people in the world. “White” is not a race, it’s just a color.

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You’re deaf, but you talk good…

Warren Miller, Indianapolis, IN. I have been profoundly deaf since early childhood but raised in a hearing family and attended an oral school. I was not exposed to Deaf culture and American Sign Language until college. Hearing people do not see me as deaf because I “talk good” (even though I heavily rely on a […]

Riding on a train crying, mommy braiding.

Donna Monroe, Indianapolis, IN. It was the summer of 1957. I was riding on a train with my mother when I saw another little girl who was having her hair braided. She was crying. My heart went out to her because I cried when my mom tried to comb the tangles out of my hair.

SPJ honors Norris for exceptional service to journalism

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE 7/23/2014 Contacts: Chad Hosier, SPJ Awards Coordinator, (317) 920-4791, chosier@spj.org Taylor Carlier, SPJ Communications Coordinator, (317) 920-4785, tcarlier@spj.org INDIANAPOLIS – The Society of Professional Journalists is pleased to honor Michele Norris as a Fellow of the Society. It is the highest honor given by the Society and is awarded for extraordinary contribution […]

It’s a black and white world?

Lauren Rodriguez Indianapolis, IN … But I’m Hispanic. People always want to categorize me into one or the other “category of people” just because I don’t hangout with a lot of Hispanics but I’m proud of my roots. Just because I listen to a certain genre of music, or I am part of a nationally […]

Depends on where you are/live!

Henry C. Tribble Indianapolis, IN The issues of race became more open when Barrack Obama became the Democratic standard bearer and then elected president. Most racism in is based on “scapegoatism”, the need to have someone/group to look down on.The people who had/have those needs went berserk because a Black president meant, in their minds.”Now […]


In Rwanda they were all black.

Jan Ramer, Indianapolis, IN. I lived in Rwanda for 2.5 years, and got a small taste of what it is like to be in the racial minority. The larger lesson for me was that we humans can define “other” in many ways, not simply the color of our skin, and even more importantly, we CAN […]

I stole scholarships from the needy.

Kristy Bryan Indianapolis, IN Race-based scholarships were meant to help increase the numbers of minorities in universities, but I felt like a fraud when I was awarded, as I am too pale and have no spice to my name, as a Latina should. I don’t even have a cool accent. And my family wasn’t in […]

Am I “that” old white guy?

Brian N. Neilson Indianapolis, IN I grew up in racially mixed atmosphere in California, where there were always “those” old white guys who couldn’t be called racist, but the undertones, comments, and lifestyle left little to the imagination. I moved to Indiana to find a completely different situation 25 years ago…then it hit me, was […]

Kenya 1965: child sees poverty, privilege

Jane Alexander Indianapolis, IN I spent two years of my childhood (ages 8-10) in Nairobi, Kenya, where my father was teaching. It was the most formative time in my childhood, and what I saw/learned there informed my adult ideas and character tremendously.

What my southern mom taught me.

Donna Lovelady Indianapolis, IN Born in the south in 1924, mom was the granddaughter of a slave owner. She saw blacks pushed to the back of the bus, unjustly convicted and forced to hide from whites. It broke her heart. She made sure to teach me that color doesn’t make anyone better or worse. One […]