Colorblind childhood, learned to see.

Kira Miller,
Petoskey, MI

Growing up in a predominantly white town with a mixed-race best friend, I initially didn’t think much about race. My friend and I were just kids, and race didn’t seem to matter. As we grew older, however, I started to notice the subtle and sometimes overt ways race affected our experiences. This friendship has been a constant source of learning for me, opening my eyes to the realities of race and racism in our society.


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