They saw me as an Oreo

Amy Joy Myers,
New Haven, CT

I grew up in a small CT town where most people were White, including my friends. My family is Black. A friend is high school told me once that I was just like her, that she didn’t even notice I was black. At the time I took it as a compliment. I did not realize how much of my identity I compromised just so I could blend in, seem familiar to my friends, make others feel comfortable around me. So naive. My dad explained it to me one day, that I had become an Oreo cookie. Black on the outside. White on the inside. As an adult it has been my goal to be authentically me. It can be hard.

 

They saw me as an Oreo

Amy Joy Myers,
New Haven, CT

I grew up in a small CT town where most people were White, including my friends. My family is Black. A friend is high school told me once that I was just like her, that she didn’t even notice I was black. At the time I took it as a compliment. I did not realize how much of my identity I compromised just so I could blend in, seem familiar to my friends, make others feel comfortable around me. So naive. My dad explained it to me one day, that I had become an Oreo cookie. Black on the outside. White on the inside. As an adult it has been my goal to be authentically me. It can be hard.

They saw me as an Oreo

Amy Joy Myers,
New Haven, CT

I grew up in a small CT town where most people were White, including my friends. My family is Black. A friend is high school told me once that I was just like her, that she didn’t even notice I was black. At the time I took it as a compliment. I did not realize how much of my identity I compromised just so I could blend in, seem familiar to my friends, make others feel comfortable around me. So naive. My dad explained it to me one day, that I had become an Oreo cookie. Black on the outside. White on the inside. As an adult it has been my goal to be authentically me. It can be hard.

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