For the first 12 years of my life I was clueless to my own color (or lack thereof) growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area. For the next 20 years I tried to prove I was black. To no avail. Now I’ve come to the conclusion I’m an amazing product of the American experience. My family’s history is rich and deeply entrenched in this nation. I have seen the worst and best of everyone. But I am solid in just being an American. Neither black nor white. At some point being a human being should take precedent. And you shouldn’t have to pick a color.