This precious boy born of love.
Christine Reed,
Denver, CO.
This is my son, Cal. I gave birth to him on 8/25/14. We are on a journey with eyes wide open.
The Race Card Project
By Michele Norris
Christine Reed,
Denver, CO.
This is my son, Cal. I gave birth to him on 8/25/14. We are on a journey with eyes wide open.
I was just listening to Talk of the Nation with Celeste Headlee discussing Navigating The Lines Between Ethnicity And Identity and I could relate to notion of being biracial and adopted into a white family and having to explore my identity through education and exposure to other black people. I’ve learned that black is not a monolith that the diaspora is vast and there is so much to learn. I’ve learned not to be afraid of black people because I don’t meet some standard set by Hollywood or Madison Avenue on what black is. I recognize my light skin, mixed race privilege, but I won’t deny my connection to black culture and history.
Andrew Ward,
Chambesburg, PA.
I am white by birth, but I feel like I am a completely different nationality/race on the inside. Like I was supposed to be a different race.
I. Lulu,
San Antonio, TX.
I was 52 when I confirmed what I had long dodged: I was adopted — more like appropriated — at birth. Back then and in my part of the world (Texas), those things happened. My adoptive parents are on my birth certificate as the birth parents. Whatya gonna do, right? I have very little knowledge of where I came from — just gossip. My father died without telling me the truth, and my mother had Alzheimer’s pickling her brain when I found out so she couldn’t help me too much. Therefore I have no personal history. But I know that I belong to the great human race (there is only one race, you know) and that the people on this planet are related. That’s all that I can vouch for. Beyond that, I am hoping NatGeo and Family DNA give me a bit more information.
Bill Gricko,
Monmouth University
This statement is about equal and inalienable human rights to life, liberty, and to pursue happiness that are afforded to all humans by virtue of their humanity. Respect of those rights by others is warranted only by one’s action – that all people respect all others’ rights to the same.
Saygo Nino,
Sunnyvale, CA.
Don’t be proud of something you didn’t achieve. It is just whom your ancestors spread their legs for.
Ericka Danko,
Santa Monica,CA.
This is my son, Ziggy. He is adopted from birth and he is biracial. He has told me that he wishes his eyes were the same color as mine.