Who does race say that I am?

Race has a lot to say about you and me, “us” and “them.”  This social construct tells us who we are and will be, where to go and where we are not welcome, whether we are in or out, center or margin.  Race tells us where we belong and when.  A director of our society, […]

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I Shall Not Be Conformed

When I talk about my experience with race and the decision to live a race-less life, persons who want to convince me of its reality and in turn, my need to accept the social identity of a “black” person often challenge me. They look as if they want to grab me by both shoulders, look […]

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Just Won’t Let Me Be

If I sing, I am a minstrel Can’t dance, won’t smile because I’m “shuckin’ and jivin’” If I don’t, I am an “angry black woman”   Can’t cook without Aunt Jemima’s head scarf Can’t eat without watermelon and fried chicken   If I tell the truth, I am an Uncle Tom If I don’t, it […]

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