I look black; never felt it.

meJanetta Stringfellow
Brookline, MA

Tons! Grew up in Cape Elizabeth, Maine in the ’70s with a white mother who denied I was adopted. Found my birth mother when I was 31, who is also white, but at least had a story about a Kenyon grad student she hooked up with on her 18th bday in 1964. Denying I’m black has been the catalyst for most bad decisions in my life. When I was a kid, NOBODY talked about “identity.” And Obama certainly wasn’t president. I used to be the only person with this story — now there are so many. I wish I could have spoken about it sooner.


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