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Hey Dominicans! You too are black.

My_FB_PicCristina Reyes,
Houston, TX.

I chose the six words I wish I could go around the streets of Santo Domingo yelling. I have never understood, in all my years, why the Dominican culture steadily continues to deny their “blackness.” Their children aren’t taught to consider themselves “negro” instead they are to consider themselves “indio.” The darker the skin the uglier person, the straighter the hair the prettier the girl.
I love my Dominican Heritage and I am proud to be American, but what I am most proud of is that I descended from strong and beautiful Africans that despite being subjected to the most inhumane and atrocious acts in history, their legacy can be kept alive in my face and dark skin.

You’re not hispanic your skins white?

Jasmine Dionne,
Manchester, NH

I get asked this question a lot, what my race is and everytime I do they mention “no your not, your skin’s white, you can’t even tan you burn that’s how white you are!” This comment makes me instantly sad. I know that my skin is white as white can be, I see it everyday. I tried to tan but my skin doesn’t change drastically, it just burns. My doctor tells me to always use sunblock because I get these white dotted permanent patches on my skin from sun exposure that can lead to skin cancer if not covered. It’s embarrassing especially standing next to my brothers and other darker hispanics. People need to use their heads and think why; like that my entire family aren’t hispanics so I didn’t get the “dark” gene, maybe I have low melanin, or that not all Puerto Ricans ancestors were “dark”?

Known as dark, smelly, smart – Indian

Risha Patel,
Marlborough, MA

To me these words mean what I think others think when they first see an Indian. Our oiled hair and spiced food is smelly and our dark tan skin is viewed as undesirable. Stereotypically we have to be smart, exceeding in math and science. We might have great ideas to share but our thick accent is a barrier to your ears. To be Indian, is to be many things. To me, it means the cultures, the languages, and the foods. It is all so beautiful, but am I not also American? I may not be white or smell like vanilla. I am so much more than someone with dark skin, with spices in my food, and supposedly smart.

Race is just a social construct that allows people to think they know who I am. A social box I was placed in by others when I was born. Now that I am older, it does not affect me who I am, but it is infuriating that governments allow violence and hatred to flow through because of race. Why aren’t the good characteristics able to outstand the bad? Why is being dark and smart dismissive? I do not smell bad. I am just a person that every American and every Indian is.

Really pretty for a Dark Girl!

Benicia Parker,
Port Arthur, TX

I chose this picture and my six words because I was reminded that the color of my skin defined my beauty growing up. At such a young age I experienced colorism from within my own race causing me to think that I was not quite light enough to be consider beautiful instead I was pretty for a dark girl. Those thoughts cause me to live a life of deeming my second best and a lack of self esteem for myself.

The Truth Spoken Behind Closed Doors

Anonymous,
Miami, FL.

Though I was born and Raised in a suburb a few miles south of Miami, Florida. My mom and dad are from Ethiopia and Sudan respectively. As a child, I’d say about 99% of the community were “white”. During middle and high school it shifted to about 49% “white”, 49% Hispanic and now it’s 99% Hispanic.

Over the years, there have been several occasions talking with friends, parents of friends and honest strangers, where I’ve had the opportunity to hear “The Truth Spoken Behind Closed Doors”.

During these specific conversations, friends, parents of friends, and strangers have made statements such as “you’re a smart black guy” and “you’re not like the other [blacks]”, then proceed to criticize the ‘other’ blacks, like it was nothing. A girl I was dating in high school, said her dad wanted to talk with me (we were on the phone). He wanted to speak with me because he knew I was black. After a few seconds on the phone he questions “You don’t sound black?”, then goes on to explain to me how his wife (who was Cuban) didn’t like the idea of her daughter dating a black man, but that he (Italian) had no problem with it.

What I’ve found over the years is that many people are not racist per se, but instead, perhaps those who are not black (and even blacks themselves) are somehow convinced that blacks are inherently less than. In other words, it seems people simply distaste darker skin. In order to protect their image of themselves as “good people”, it seems as though they either subconsciously or intentionally convince themselves that blacks are “bad” as to support their line of thinking.

Here’s why I say that. I put a couch up for sale on Craigslist. Three students from the University of Miami came to pick it up. They were three girls from China who just came the the United States for the first time. I’m 6’4″ and dark, they came in the house (on the bus) and asked if I can help them bring it to their apartment. So here we all are, driving in my SUV. We start talking about the weather and they remark how it’s too hot in Miami. One girl said “There’s too much sun. I don’t want to get dark”. I proceeded to ask why she didn’t want to get darker (basically a tan). She said, that being dark is bad. She said in China if you have lighter skin people show you more favor, get better jobs, etc…. mind you, this had nothing to do with black people! As a matter of fact, once we got to the apartment we all chatted a bit and they made some snacks.

I guess the question remains, Are you a ‘bad person’ if you do not like or want to be associated with those having dark skin? Are you a ‘bad person’ by making statements such as “blacks are lazy”, “blacks are (fill in the blank)”? Apparently not.

From my experience, people are pretty comfortable talking about blacks in a negative light. I know, because I’ve had the truth spoken to me, from behind closed doors.

Mom said brown girls are ugly.

Anna,
Santa Maria, CA.

I am a 47 year old Filipina. I remember being constantly compared to my lighter skinned cousins and feeling awkward to be among my own family. If I could, I would travel back in time and give my 3 year old self a tight hug and tell her how important it is to love herself and to never believe any of the b.s. her mother tells her ever again.

Mom said brown girls are ugly.

Anna,
Santa Maria, CA.

I am a 47 year old Filipina. I remember being constantly compared to my lighter skinned cousins and feeling awkward to be among my own family. If I could, I would travel back in time and give my 3 year old self a tight hug and tell her how important it is to love herself and to never believe any of the b.s. her mother tells her ever again.

Yes, I really am North African.

154502_3459944010001_575553473_nHannah,
St. Louis, MO.

My mother is from Africa. She has dark skin. My father is Swedish. My mother used to get asked if she was my Mexican nanny. I was bullied as a kid because I look like no one in my family. No one understands I identify more as a minority but I look like a white woman. It’s a weird place to be. I often felt like a spy.

Fair-skinned Indian, should be lucky

Kalpana,
Singapore

Indians come in different languages, shapes, sizes and colours. We can look so different from each other and still be brothers and sisters. Dark skinned Indians are looked down at even by their very own people. Somehow being fair skinned is look at highly and thus makes lives much easier as they are thought as upper caste. Colour of the skin decides the caste and the person’s purity. Very sadly, by the nation’s very own people. It just shows how naive people are and how consumed they are by whitism even in a land full of different colours.

They glare at my bi-racial son.

image5 (3)Linnette Derry,
New York City, NY.

I often think about the inevitable discussion about race that I will have to have with my son one day. That day when he will begin to ask me why people think I’m his nanny/housekeeper instead of his mother; the day when he will ask me why people keep staring at us when daddy is with us; the day when he will ask me what do the words “exotic”, “nappy”, “yellow” and “dark-skinned mean.

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