Linda Kristensen, Grand Rapids, MI. I am writing this for my daughter who is 34 with Autism. She became my daughter in 1980 when I was living in Norway. We returned to the USA in 1983 but my daughter even after 30 years is still not an American citizen. Here’s part of her story…. My […]
Brittany Price, USA. Being raised in such a racist environment makes it hard to be an adult in a totally different mind set. As far as I have come, I still judge people based on their race, including white people such as myself. It’s pathetic that still, in 2015, individuals are treated a certain way […]
Anonymous Kennewick, WA Being Latina, with a white name, but in knowledge of my Latino surname. I try to be supportive of my friends with their biracial and transracial adoptions, but it is so hard. I have suffered and struggled so much with my identity. People have such good intentions, but the children suffer. Then, […]
Roger Tryone Williams, Huntersville, NC. My name is Roger Tyrone Williams and I’m white. Additionally, I was raised by a black man. If you want to learn more, just ask.
Jeanette Weneill, Seguin, TX.
Jim Baxter, Hyattsville, MD.
Michael Bowser, Baltimore, MD. I found that there is no time in my day to hate or dislike another human being, regardless of race, color, or creed. I believe this behavior is instilled in many through others at a young age, and before the individual has the opportunity to make rational decisions for themselves.
Alisha Partlow Eugene, OR My mother is red haired, blue eyed Danish/German. My father, dark haired, brown eyed Mexican. I married a man whose biological mother was a 6foot blonde of Swedish decent, and we assume his father was African american. Our offspring consists of a 22 year old, red haired, green eyed freckled face […]
Stephen Glicksman Teaneck, NJ
Veronica Herrera Nacogdoches, TX My daughter currently only 2 months was conceived through a donor who is African American. My wife is Caucasian and I am Mexican/Cuban American. When my wife and I spoke about having kids she wanted to carry the child first because she is older than me. We wanted our child to […]
Lily Cohen New York, NY I wasn’t born racist. My parents didn’t raise me to be racist. For the first twelve years of my life I was not racist. It all changed after my parents had to move to a Black area, and I had to attend a Black school. Needless to say, I didn’t […]
Amanda Becker Clarksville, TN Race has been the dominant subject of my life. I am the only white person on my page in my Senior yearbook (in north St. Louis). It wasn’t a racially harmonious experience, there were times which were downright ugly, usually because I looked like someone who made you mad, but I […]
Glenna Sansone CARMICHAEL, CA
Nixi Chesnavich Pittsburgh, PA I was raised by a racist. My grandfather had a bias against everyone who wasn’t exactly like him. Even as a young child, I could see that the stereotypes he tried to instill in me were simplistic and dehumanizing. I chose not to hate. I chose to see all people as […]
Caren Klein York, ME During 1970 my family lived in Texas with prayer in school. My teacher would walk over to me place my head down during prayer.
Amy Righter Macon, GA I was raised to be open-minded and appreciate all cultures equally. Then I grew up to discover that my culturally different friends were raised to see people quite differently. I have been pegged a white demon in at least a dozen situations. My parents believed that racism starts and ends at […]
Deborah Owens Laurel, MD The greatest gift my parents gave me was believing that it was cool to be a little black girl. My first incidence of racism was when I visited a beach in Michigan on a field trip with a group of black kids and all of the white people got out of […]
Amanda S. McPherson, KS The people in my life have know idea how motivated by prejudice they truly are; I often fear I don’t either.
Amanda S. McPherson, KS The people in my life have no idea how motivated by prejudice they truly are; I often fear I don’t either.
Jeffrey Deffenbaugh Kensington, MD I grew up in what was the most diverse zip code in the country at the time in the sixties, 20895. I went to school with people of all colors and nationalities. I never learned how to hate. It’s all about how you’re raised isn’t it? I had great parents and […]
Tami Jacksonville, FL Submitted via: NPR’s Talk of the Nation (I am an African American woman who was born and raised in the South).