Wow, you sound like a white girl.
Tanea,
Lancaster, CA.
The Race Card Project
By Michele Norris
Tanea,
Lancaster, CA.
Sebastian Pacheco
Lancaster, PA
I will never forget the time when I was trying to save my father’s life. It was January 2006 and I called my father (he was 77) who lived in Puerto Rico. He retired as a Union Painter for a hospital in Bronx N.Y. for 30 years. He was not in the best of health following the death of his beloved wife. I offered him to stay with me so I can take care of him. With little resistance he agreed. I brought him to Long Island N.Y. to get the medical attention he needed with myself and my wife by his side. After many tests it was determined his body was shutting down, he would have only 6 months to live. I met with the hospital social worker and I was presented with little or no help for long term nursing. She knew the situation but still, the social worker asked with little empathy “is your father a U.S. Citizen?” My father did not reside in New York at that time and I knew what she was getting at. The social worker thought I was trying to get free medical and long term nursing care, because he resided in Puerto Rico. I looked at her with disgust and instead of correcting her I took the high road and simply answered her question “YES!” My father had medical insurance, pension, house, paid taxes, raised a Family in New York! He did receive some nursing care but it was with a fight. I felt very offended and that will always stay in my mind. Rest in Peace Mom and Dad.
Amber Gerideau,
Lancaster, PA
I’m a mixed-race black woman. My mother is of Irish descent and my father was a dark-skinned African-American. I was born in San Francisco where my family lives for 10 years during 5he 70’s & early 80’s. We then abruptly moved back to my father’s very small hometown in Western Pennsylvania to be closer to family. I don’t like black nor white; however, I’m often mistaken for every other brown ethnicity on earth. But in that small, primarily white, blatantly racist and self-segregated town. My appearance seemed to make everyone, blacks and whites included, very uncomfortable. So I was constantly asked, “What are you”. As if the needed a box to put me in before they could interact with me. I was exposed to a lot of hatred that I have a hard time understanding at first. That alone made my childhood a difficult one.
Leah Turner
Lancaster, PA
One time, a little girl ask me what color I was. At the time my snippy come-back was “Choca-mocha-latte!”, but I figured that was a little much for a six year old who was honestly curious. So I looked at my skin and said “Caramel”. She said “Oh,” Looked at her own skin for awhile, smiled and said “I’m peach!”
KayKay Mara,
Lancaster, CA.
I have spent my whole life being judged by my skin color.
It was never a big deal to me since I was always warned that life was going to be this way no matter how hard I tried to fix it. People don’t see that sometimes the little things they say are offensive, and after a while I stopped noticing as well. I went from being a little girl offended by the racial slurs and jokes of the world, to a person who has practically made them a thing in my everyday life. I get told everyday that I’m too white to be black, and that I’m too black to be white. I mean I understand why, but it just bugs me I guess. Sometimes I don’t even know where I stand with certain people, ya’ know?
Why does it matter what race I am?
Why does it matter if I look different from others?
Why do people care if I embrace one side of myself more than the others?
I am not my ethnicity, or my religion, or what color my skin is—I am me.
I’m not “too white” to embrace my African American heritage and I am not “too black” to embrace that I am part white. Why can’t people—why can’t my own family—understand that? I am a living and breathing organism trying to make it through life without crashing and burning just like any other person. Why does it matter if I look like one race more than the other?
Donald A. Dale
Lancaster, PA
I believe in a loving, caring and gracious GOD and that we are all GOD’S children, created equally.