When I was 8 years old, my family moved from the all black Southside of Chicago to the all white South Suburbs. At age 8 I could not distinguish the difference between black and white. I had 1 or 2 white teachers at my school, but because of the vast variety in shades of black, I assumed these teachers were light skinned black people.
It wasn’t until we moved to the all white suburbs that I discovered race. In the summertime white kids wanted to compare their suntanned arms to see if they’d caught up to my brown. Year round their tiny fingers spent time in my hair as they marveled over my coarse texture…
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