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Race mattered then. It matters now.

Phyll,
Fort Worth, TX.

At 62 years old, I am a child of thw Civil Rights struggles. When my son was born in 1971, I was committed to raising him without the excess baggage of race. It didn’t take but one sleepover for his Pee Wee Football team that the White boys weren’t allow to attend because we lived in a Black neighborhood. One White mother even suggested that we host the sleepover at her house so the White kids could attend. Her house was not as nice or nearly as clean as ours.

Family matters; race, not at all.

Phyllis Kedl,
Little Canada, MN.

Ours is a multi-ethnic family. We have fourteen grandkids, only five of whom are ethnically related to us. The rest? Two African American, three Hispanic and four Chinese. We are anything but vanilla, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Your project, Michele, may offer our country’s first — and, alas, only — honest look at what we Americans think about race. Thanks for that.

This one of the gaggle of grandkids was taken at Christmas last year. One of our adopted daughters and her children were on a trip, so there’s another pic of those three, taken before they left.  Finally, there are the grandparents — my husband and I — on our 50th wedding anniversary in the summer of 2011.

 

 

 

A Social Construct, Race Matters Everywhere

Salem-PicMohammad Salem Shirzad,
Sacramento, CA.

As an afghan immigrant, I have witnessed the roots of race in different geographical and social contexts, from Afghanistan to the United States. It is sad to say that race do matter in today’s societies all over the world. But this is the truth in today’s world.

Cosumnes River College

Dichotomy matters AND full color spectrum.

Kaniela Kelekolio,
Captain Cook, HI.

The legacy of slavery and, for much of history, the demographics of the USA have led to ‘white vs black’ being the central racial discussion. But as America grows more diverse and East and South Asian, Pacific Islander, Hispanic communities and white and black ethnic subgroups flourish, they challenge a dichotomous discussion of race. And where has American Indian history been in the racial discussion??

You’re Not Black, You’re Too White

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?

So wish it didn’t matter still.

Sharla Yeutsy
Urbandale, IA

I’m a white 73 year old grandmother of seven who has always lived in the midwest. I am grateful that I grew up in a family that judged people by the “content of their character” I rejoiced when we elected Barak Obama two times as our president and am so pained when such awful things are said about him just based upon his race. As a child I did not understand how just “one drop of blood” would identify one as black and “inferior”. It seemed to me that if that “one drop” was so strong to overwhelm the so called superior blood, how could it make the person inferior. Just do not get it!

That is all that really matters

Ana Molero-Pullin
Lake Worth, FL

I am originally from Venezuela. My husband is African-American. He always says he doesn’t know where he is from. Before we got married, he showed me an article that was called something like “how is like to be married with a black man in America” and I told him I didn’t want to read it because I did not care about it. I have never paid attention to the color of your skin or how much you have in your bank account. Now, I wished I would have read it. Had I done so, maybe it would not be surprising when we are out in a mall or anywhere and people look at us like something out of the world. We went to a restaurant once, and the greeter only talked to me. I guess my husband blended in with the darkness of the night and she could not see him, right? It would not be surprising (and insulting most of the time) when someone asks out of the blue “is “that” your husband?” This last one really gets under my skin because it makes me feel
that the color of our skin (the color that God gave us… Did I write “GOD”?) determines rather we are a human being or just a “thing.” And I know “that” can also be used to indicate a person. I did go to school. What bothers me is the tone used to say “that.” Anyways, I could keep going, not only because I think “racism” is a very interesting topic, but because it is not only about the color of our skin. It is very sad that we go to school, college, university… It is sad that we earn B.A.’s, Masters, Ph.D’s but yet we have not earned the most important “title” of all… Being HUMANS. I don’t know if one day we all can really accept the fact that we are all God’s children and “that” makes US ALL brothers and sisters who live under the same roof “a huge and beautiful sky.” Will this ever happen? I don’t know. I pray that God gives me the right tools to “educate” my kids in a way that this problem I call “ignorance” never becomes a problem to/for them.
And this I do know. I don’t want my kids to be “ignorant.” I have three beautiful kids that I want to raise to be HUMAN before anything else. I want them to be kind to everyone they come across in life despite their color, financial status or any other condition. I want them to understand that the color of our skin is just a color. That we will only be one color when our bodies turn into ashes. Then, it will be too late for us to start making any kind of changes in our lives… What really and truly matters is who we are inside. That is really all that matters. God bless you all.

Race matters because we make it.

Jacob Addington
Fort Collins, CO

The race issue is kept alive by statistics and surveys which constantly tell us that we humans fall into different groups, and by our own willingness to accept race as part of our identity. Is having pride in one’s own race any better than hatred for someone else’s, or is it simply an equal force in the opposite direction away from a truly equal society where race does not matter? As a society, do we honestly want equality, or do we really just want our race to be the one on top?

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