Magnanimous old white dude making meaning
Charles A. Calahan,
West Lafayette, IN
Each of us needs time to develop across differences across our life span.
Valhalla Awaits Me When I Die.
Chris D,
South Bend, IN.
He is truly wise
who’s travelled far
and knows the ways of the world.
He who has travelled
Can tell what spirit
governs the men he meets.
Black physician, highly educated, still enslaved
Michael P. Maddox,
Indianapolis, IN
I have taken and passed every test required, kept up to date professionally, showed up when expected, worked in tandem with others yet I am grossly underpaid with limited options due to non-compete clauses and threats of litigation if violated. I can think of no other reason for my situation than my Blackness.
“Race flavors every encounter in America” – Rev. Marshall Hatch
Joe Baker,
Fort Wayne, IN.
I wish I could take credit for this, but it was spoken at the National Christian Community Development Association Conference in Raleigh in Sept during a talk entitled Reconciliation and why Race still matters.
I am not your model minority
Kinzie Gamaleldin,
West Lafayette, IN
Prejudice and Discrimination Course, Purdue University
Black mom. Blonde daughter. She yours?
My bi-racial daughter has her father’s blond hair and fair skin. Soon after she was born, I was shocked when people would randomly ask, “Is she yours?” Once, in an airport, when I responded yes, a woman challenged me saying, “…but she has blond hair.”
Due to a new upgrade at our doctor’s office, I learned that she’s been categorized as white in their system since her birth. As she grows older, I’m concerned about how these types of comments and missteps will make her feel about her racial identity.
Raised in white privilege. Unlearning.
Catherine Hill,
Fort Wayne, IN
I have tremendous admiration for non-Caucasian Americans who swim upstream every day. I am now aware of the current I float along on and look for opportunities to deconstruct institutional racism.
See me not my white skin
Susanna Lee,
Roanoke, IN.
I have lived in a world of “white privilege” my entire life. I didn’t ask for it, I did nothing to earn it; my skin is white, but my blood is Cherokee Indian, French-Canadian, Mediterranean-Italian, German, and Irish. As a youth of the Reagan era, I benefited from this “white privilege”, naively. I fully reject it. I love all people, but don’t always feel this love in return because they don’t see me, they see the color of my skin – white.
Riding on a train crying, mommy braiding.
Donna Monroe,
Indianapolis, IN.
It was the summer of 1957. I was riding on a train with my mother when I saw another little girl who was having her hair braided. She was crying. My heart went out to her because I cried when my mom tried to comb the tangles out of my hair.
Stop questioning if I’m really Black
Adrienne Adams,
Indianapolis, IN
I thought it was a battle my children would never have to fight in the 21st century. I was wrong.









