The Race Card has not received any gifts yet
It was in America that I learned to be black. In the predominantly small white town we moved to in Upstate New York; in the nasty ways young kids behave to other young kids they perceive as different, dangerous. In the way my seventh grade teacher evaded my innocent question of what the word "coon" meant. It was during lunch, with the chaotic buzz of several dozen prepubescent children going on when I approached her and posed my question. Her large, brown eyes looked into mine…Continue
Looking down from the plane at the patches of light winking up at me below, my stomach did backflips – and it wasn’t from the turbulence. In about 20 minutes I’d be landing on a continent that I should call home but seemed far from it. Africa. A city called Lusaka in a country called Zambia to be exact.
This is the city I was born in and swept away from before I could even speak so that my parents could start a new life in England, which came to be my home and all that I…
"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…