E.F.
Outside USA, Mexico
I was bused (from a white neighborhood to a formerly all-black school) to integrate Milwaukee Public Schools in the 70s and 80s. I experienced Black History Month and MLK Day before they were mainstream. I never thought I would be raising the only “black” (biracial) girl in a Mexico City private school, after being one of maybe 5 “black” children in her public elementary school in Miami, Florida. W get double-takes, there is hair drama. But I wish she could have been exposed to the diversity I was, from a young age. Because personal relationships with people from other backgrounds are the only way to make sure you always see humanity where some see “the other.”
