- Don’t Matter if You’re Black or White
- “Aunt” or “Ant?” It’s Not a Black and White Issue
- Chinese or Blonde? How About Both?
- Race Discrimination: “Is It My Fault?”
- Black in the Supermarket Checkout Line
- The Toddler Color Association Game
- Boy, Am I Glad I’m White!
- Jordan’s Story
- So….I’m Not White?
- Neil’s Story
- Returning Land to the “Brown People”
- The Color of Breakfast
- The Color of Peanut Butter
- Black and White
- The Sesame Street Connection
- Learning Racial Inferiority
- Racial Profiling
- Kate’s Story
- How Do You Tell A Dark Person from a Light Person?
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When I first arrived in the United States, my obstacles to making friends were primarily cultural. Coming from a truly multicultural society, it was hard adapting to a culture where people divided themselves according to historical ethnic backgrounds. Having had … Continue reading
I grew up in a very small town. All the members of the town were White and Catholic. If they weren’t Catholic, they lived in the next town over, but they were still White. As a child I probably would … Continue reading
In 1st grade, I told my black teacher, in front of white teachers, a fellow black student called me a nigger. They all gave me astonished looks and later my black teacher was upset with me and I couldn’t understand … Continue reading
My first short-lived romance was when I was three or four years old with a little girl I met in the mall. We called each other girlfriend and boyfriend while our parents watched us play and hold hands. Without the … Continue reading
The first time I remember being aware of race was when I was about six or seven years old. Tyrone, an African-American boy of similar age, lived across the street from me and we would frequently play together. I have … Continue reading
I had a lot of trouble understanding why race was important when I was younger. I remember thinking, “what’s the big deal?” and “did I come out on the losing end?” In fact, I can remember a white friend and … Continue reading
When she was about eight or nine years old, she learned about slavery for the first time. She was immediately enraged and sad that something so insidious like that happened, but more notably she began to realize that race mattered. … Continue reading
My younger brother and sister are both adopted from Vietnam and the rest of my family is your typical Scandanavian/European US citizens. This of course has lead to many a strange situation when people are trying to put two and … Continue reading