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"Why should they have their own classes? I don't understand what the big deal is." Flabbergasted. Shocked. In my head, I resembled Munch's "The Scream", but I am sure I appeared more calm than the inner turmoil I was experiencing. I stared at my high school classmates circa 1988 or so, none of which were African-American—some were Japanese-American, Mexican, Jewish, perhaps Armenian but in that particular class none were black or else the words would not have been…Continue
A New York-based person launched a crowd-funding campaign full of humor, because they want to "acquire some white privilege".
Yaya M. says: "Although I have layered oppressions that have affected my ability to access my slice of the American Pie™, no issue has affected me more readily than my lack of white privilege. From being assumed to have "cheated" my way into programs for gifted children AND college (via affirmative action), to having my natural hair viewed as…
It only took me three years to write this article. It took three years of question avoidance, to bring to me to this point. After three years, I finally have an answer. The question? Well, the question is always the same, “but what about ‘Black Love’ ?”. Now this question surfaces wrapped in different phrasing, but its core remains the same.
This questions surfaces consistently around the discovery of my partner’s racial and ethnic identity. I am proud of the love that…
When the original Annie movie was released in 1982, I was ten years old living in idyllic and beautiful Southern California, Pasadena to be exact, a short drive without traffic to the streets of Hollywood where tourists congregate attempting to catch a glimpse of some star. My mother often took us on aimless and destination unknown car trips around Los Angeles. We'd throw in a couple of friends on occasion and our dog Patches, a very nervous Shetland Sheepdog. We loved…Continue