As a kid, I didn’t care that my adopted mom was a different race than me. But as I got older, race became more important.
I’ve been interning at a tech company that makes mobile apps. Being young, black and Muslim, it’s a little intimidating working in a place without many people of color.
I was six when I met my mom for the first time. We were at the Oakland Zoo at an event where people meet foster kids. This tall, caucasian woman walked up to me and offered to get me a slice of pizza.
It was the first time I had ever heard that word. I didn’t know how to react. I had many questions. Should I be upset? Could I call the white student the n-word too? Who invented this word? Do adults use the word?
Having to spend my childhood rehearsing for the day a police officer would pull me over may sound scary. And I’m aware it’s not something parents of all races feel the need to teach their kids. But the day it actually happened, I was gratefu that my mom made sure I was ready.
Youth Radio’s Soraya Shockley shares a lesson she learned from a kindergarten experience where she had to choose a crayon to match her skin tone.
It’s complicated living in this mostly white town…I’ve had to compromise myself and my community more than I want, hoping for diversity and dialogue.
When I was a little kid, I didn’t really care that my new mom was white. As I got older, though, race became more important
There has been a large increase in the number of black women that are traveling. Sometimes with agencies that are specifically created for groups of black women to travel, or friends going together some are even going on solo trips.