Race is not all there is to us. We are not the social coloring of skin. We are not just epidermis. There is an inside of us that we barely address, that we rarely acknowledge that is impacted by this overwhelming focus on the external, the outside of us.
Frankly, race is no part of us. It is the illusion, the mask, the stereotypical performance of us. History has set this stage of cycling conflict and confusion. We never know who we or “they” really are. But, we need only to peel off this layer.
It is time to separate ourselves from the flesh. It is time to speak to the social construct of race about its behavior, its handling of us. So, if you could talk to the racialized self about its impact on your identity, what would you say? What would you say to the person that race says that you are or will become? How do you feel about the racial self?
Dear Racial Me,