My father is West Indian and my mother is black. I grew up in a very diverse town in the northeast, so when I was younger I knew there were people who looked different than me, but race wasn’t really a thing for me until I was in high school. Even in present day, I guess being in an interracial relationship with a white male was more problematic than I realized. It’s clear that we are not living in a post-racial society and there are many issues because of this. Of course race is a part of who we are, but there’s also so much more to people than just their skin color.
My mother has always told me to be a proud black woman. Now that I have gone through my own experiences of dealing with race, I’m extremely thankful for the values she’s instilled in me and I’m proud to be black. Racism is something I find annoying and pretty sad, but I am now comfortable enough with who I am to not let ignorance take away from my confidence as a black woman.