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You’re just a whitewashed privileged Mexican

Mikaela Vera,
Greensboro, NC

I have always struggled with the color of my skin and the fact that I am a mixed child with an immigrant father who I am proud of however I have to limit my voice sometimes due to also being white and not wanting to offend anyone for being the voice of Mexicans or immigrant children. I just don’t want to step on anyone toes.

My Swahili children: chai ya maziwa

Paula Gormley
Greensboro, NC

I am white. My children are from two separate worlds: United States and Tanzania. We are living in the US, but I am grooming them for lives in which they, children of privilege, will have an obligation to help their African brothers and sisters. I always tell people that they have that African charm. It’s in their DNA.

chai ya maziwa = milk with tea

No son, it’s not the circus

Lawrence R. Bethea
Greensboro, NC

In 1960 as a young Afro-American child ( 6yrs.old ) growing up in Greensboro,N.C. (home of the civil rights sit-in movement), my mother took me shopping downtown. As we waited on the bus to carry us home, I noticed a large group of men walking down the street in white robes with hoods that covered their faces I became very excited, thinking that the circus was in town. I shouted out very loudly, “Look mom, the circus clowns”. I started to run towards them when my mother clasped my hand very tightly and looked me in the eye. With fear in her trembling voice, she said very lovingly to me,” NO SON, IT’S NOT THE CIRCUS”.

White Mom, Black Son, barbershop revelations

Kathy Osborne
Greensboro, NC

Trans-racial adoption has given me new eyes regarding race. I am Caucasian, my son is multi-racial but appears black to the world. I have attempted to provide the “Black Barbershop” experience for him, thinking he would be getting this cultural exposure if he lived in a traditional family, raised by Black parents. As it turns out, I am probably the one who has received the most “cultural enlightenment” . Taking him for a haircut has resulted in me finding myself in one of those rare experiences where I am in the racial minority in a group. It is from that experience that I allow myself to try and imagine the sense that someone in an ethnic minority must experience on a daily basis. At times, I am looked at with suspicion. I have been asked if I am his foster mother. I have waited for over an hour for his “turn” until no customers remained in the store, only to have the barber ask me if he was there for a haircut. What a curious world we live in.

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