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No, I am not an oreo.

S69bdOlgSarah Staples,
Nashville, TN.

I grew up in a predominantly white community in a city that was predominantly black and hispanic or latino. My best friends were always white, my parents made me study classical piano for 12 years, I played soccer, I read Shakespeare and Jane Austen, and I went to boarding school. No, I am not an “Oreo” (black on the outside, white on the inside). I’m black, specifically Caribbean American, and calling me “white on the inside” is actually saying that a person can’t be wholly black and enjoy things outside of the stereotypical “black culture.” You don’t need to explain my personality or interests by ascribing a race to it. Don’t cast me into whatever mold your debilitated mind compels you to put me into. I’m not an oreo. I’m a person. My name is Sarah. You may refer to me as such.

(We) had trouble with another white teacher.

Diana Imhoff,
Brookings, OR

p>I was raised in a white community, so I had never really seen racism. I taught school in a minority elementary school. Then a parent of one of my students who constantly disrupted class unleashed this on me. I didn’t care what color her daughter was, but it was clear that her mother hated me because of the lack of color in my skin. That was about 30 yrs ago, and it still stings. I cannot imagine how people feel that are subjected to racism on a daily basis.

My name is Lily, I’m racist

Lily Cohen
New York, NY

I wasn’t born racist. My parents didn’t raise me to be racist. For the first twelve years of my life I was not racist. It all changed after my parents had to move to a Black area, and I had to attend a Black school. Needless to say, I didn’t like it, and started having “racist” thoughts, but I pushed them out of my mind. I had always been taught that “racism” was a great moral evil. So I continuously told myself and others I was “not racist,” even as I searched out for a White community to raise my children in. No way they were going to experience what I had expired. It was about this time last year that my racial awakening occurred. I read a news story about a White community which was fighting to keep the bussed out of their town, for obvious reasons, and was decried as “racist.” That made me realize that I couldn’t simply sit back and tell people I’m “not racist” while this kind of thing occurred. The people in that town wanted the same thing I wanted, the same thing most White people want, civilization, but they can’t have it because of this ideology of “anti-racism.” Since that time I have become a White advocate, telling anybody who will listen my views on race. Liberals always say we need a “conversation,” to convince racists there wrong. Here I am. Tell me why I’m wrong.

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