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I Forget I Am Not White

Dougherty,
Outside USA.

I was adopted. My Dad is Irish, raised in Texas and then California. Mom is a retired nurse. I was raised around Protestants, Catholics, Mormons, and Jews. My friends in elementary school were white. Race was never an issue. Or if it was, I have long since forgot about it. I even speak with a slight southern draw if you listen carefully. You can thank dad for that. Even in the mirror, all I saw was me. Wide curious eyes, and awkward smile, and a few scars from some cystic acne. It’s gone now. All I saw was a person, and that is how I saw everyone else; as people. Do you see people like I do? Or are you still wondering what race I am?

Really, we are all the same

Elizabeth Todd,
Plainfield, NH.

I grew up in the south and as a child heard my elders disparage blacks, Latinos and Catholics. Even as a child I knew this was wrong, I knew that we are all the same. I struggled with this dichotomy; the people I loved having values I deplored. How does one reconcile this?

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