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I learned I was Black in kindergarten.

Shakira,
Phoenix, AZ.

One day after our teacher snapped photos of our class she developed them in black and white and scattered them out on a table and told us to find ourselves. I got frustrated because I could not find my photo; that day my mother was volunteering as class mother and she pointed mine out saying “there’s my chocolate chip cookie”. All of my classmates wanted to see my photo, and when I went to take a look I was crestfallen and in tears because I didn’t know that I was Black not to mention the only Black child in my class. Needless to say my Mom had to take me home early because I would not be consoled and of course that day we had a long talk.

Learned about race FEAR at 13.

Jay Bailinson
Napa, CA

In lived in Oakland CA. during preteen and early teen years. I belonged to a Boys Club sponsored by the Chinese Presbyterian Church in Oakland’s China town area. I played on sports teams in a church league sponsored by this church. I was one of two white boys on the team and in the club. An important part of our practices (or especially after winning a game) was to go out and eat. One Friday night after basketball practice we were going to a hamburger place in East Oakland, Six boys in the back seat of the coach’s “clunker” and two upfront with him. When we got to the hamburger place we piled out being loud, happy, goofy early teenage boys. A group of white older young men was hanging out near one of the picnic tables. As we approached they started yelling racial slurs. The one that I remember clearly was “hey Chinks, go back to China”. I didn’t belong. It hurt that my friends were being insulted by guys with the same color skin as mine. I didn’t do anything. My friends will now think I’m like the yelling guys. I returned to the car. Sat in the back seat feeling sick, apart, and lonely. 15 minutes later all the boys returned to the car with our coach. Got in with all the food. Piled into the back seat, surrounding me with hamburger/french fry filled bags and goofy teenage boy silliness. Nothing had changed for us. I was still Jay. Part of the team and one of the guys. Yet in the core of my being on that night, I learned what race fear was. Our coach who was also a youth pastor talked with me later privately. I don’t remember the words, just the feeling of being loved, accepted, and honored as a person.

Pale skinned but black don’t fit.

20151018_094246_2Zanetea Reece,
Fort Myers, FL.

I am a bright skinned young woman, grew up in Southwest FL. We we’re not tought about our history in school. But racisim is and was learned at home. Because of that I grew up and still am a loner. No one wanted to be friend me because I didn’t look the same as they did. I have taught myself about history by doing research. But I still long to find out my history and where I come from. So Far hitting dead ends.

Racism is still alive (and) doing well.

Albert Seloover
Weatherford, TX
Submitted via: NPR’s Talk of the Nation

I was the first white man to have African Americans as room-mates at Carswell AFB, in 1961, in the air police squadron. I thought nothing about it, but almost every one else, thought it was outrageous. I was from Illinois, and maybe that made a difference, I don`t know.

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