U of O Race Cards Archives - The Race Card Project

I don’t know why I’m white.

February 12, 2026February 15, 2026 Eric Braman, Eugene, I'm white, Identity Project, OR, Rehearsals for Life, Student Affairs, University of Oregon, white

Photo courtesy of Devin Ream Photography, www.devinream.com.

Eric Braman,
Eugene, OR.
University of Oregon

Eric is a performer from the group Rehearsals for Life.

As part of the University of Oregon’s Identity Project, students from the University of Oregon Rehearsals for Life group organized and performed a skit that mirrored the theme of Michelle Norris’ “Race Card Project.” Their act touches on ideas of identity and race in America and simulates the overall discussion about race happening worldwide. For more information, please visit the Race Card Project page.

Cosponsored with UO Student Affairs and the Center on Diversity and Community.

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Introvert wanting to know all humans.

June 8, 2023June 8, 2023 Austin Beaton, Eugene, humans, introvert, know, OR

Austin Beaton
Eugene, OR

Race? Culture? Do we know which?

December 1, 2022December 1, 2022 culture, David Brady, experience, listen, OR, Portland, Race, stories

David Brady,
Portland, OR.

Travel to see new cultures and experiences? I do. But, we can experience the richness of culture here if we look past appearance. Listen, let others’ stories speak.

Shoshana must be a black name

November 2, 2020November 2, 2020 black name, Eugene, name, OR, Shoshana Snyder

Shoshana Snyder,
Eugene, OR.

A missplaced comma, in fluid sentences.

September 18, 2020September 18, 2020 Anil Oommen, brown, comma, Eugene, grammar, Malayalee, missplaced, OR, sentences, University of Oregon

Anil Oommen
Eugene, OR
University of Oregon

I am brown, a Malayalee, a person of Indian descent in a primarily white setting. This is often awkward. It is not unusual for me to feel like a misplaced comma, in the fluid sentences of white experience. Only when I limit what I say and refrain from speaking about my experiences (unless explicitly asked to do so), do I feel welcome, included in the conversation. The unspoken rule is to speak only when spoken to and be seen only when the curiosity of myself as exotically other is sparked. I do not want to be an object of your curiosity nor a token friend. I want to be part of the complex and fluid sentences of multi-racial experience.

Black kids, white moms, strong family.

June 17, 2020June 18, 2020 black kid, Eugene, Family, Jennifer Meyer, OR, strong, white mom

Jennifer Meyer
Eugene, OR

I am a Irish white male

June 1, 2016June 1, 2016 clan, Elijah Hannigan, Eugene, first clan, Ireland, irish, O'Hannegans, OR, white male

Elijah Hannigan,
Eugene, OR.

My family was one the first clans in Ireland the O’Hannegans

Was born on the wrong planet.

May 23, 2016May 23, 2016 Eugene, OR, planet, Sonoki Laursen, The University of Oregon, wrong

Sonoki Laursen
Eugene, OR
The University of Oregon

Hiding behind my white skin color

March 23, 2016 Eugene, hiding, Marlee Chamberlain, OR, skin color, white skin

Marlee Chamberlain,
Eugene, OR.

Her parents never gave up hope!

November 20, 2015November 20, 2015 Brianna Kintz, Eugene, gave up, hope, never, OR, parents

Brianna Kintz
Eugene, OR

Wish race conversations were more nuanced.

November 3, 2015November 4, 2016 conversations, Eugene, Krista Chronister, nuanced, OR, Race

Krista Chronister
Eugene, OR

Humans were not meant for boxes

October 21, 2015October 21, 2015 Alexis Henson, boxes, CA, check the box, human, Sacramento

Alexis Henson
Sacramento, CA

How I look on the outside.

October 21, 2015October 21, 2015 Eugene, Jonathan Bach, look, OR, outside

Jonathan Bach
Eugene, OR

Base your Judgment on the inside.

October 6, 2015 black friend, Colby Finch, connection, Eugene, first experience, Inside, judgement, OR

Colby Finch,
Eugene, OR.

Im Colby Finch, 16 yrs old. I grew up in foster care, and in the system, I met a lot of people who were colored. I made a connection with another youth. His name was Devonte, and my foster parents at the time were uneasy about people of color. I brought him back to my house to hang out, and when we walked in my foster parents glared as if he was dangerous. We hung out for about an hour, and then he had to go.

When he left, my foster parents looked at me, and asked ” You sure that *boy* didn’t steal anything?(*Censored) I was furious. I said “You don’t even know him!! Yet you judge him just by looking at his skin color!” They looked at me and my foster dad said “His type is known for that. He can’t come here anymore.” I walked out the house, went to Devontes house, and enjoyed myself. It’s sickening that a new person, whom you’ve never met, comes near you, and people make so many horrible accusations in their minds…all because of ones color.