There was a time, I like to believe, that was very long ago (probably not) where my deepest desire was to prove to white people that I belonged. It’s not so much that I admired white people, or that I thought they were special, they’re not. Just at that particular moment of my life, most of the success or even basic mediocrity I ever saw was through white people. The people who looked like me and were also successful were civil rights heroes, athletes, and rappers. And as much as I loved rapping, and basketball, I wasn’t good enough at either to seriously consider them as ways to move past my circumstances.
Good article. Every Black person, especially from middle school and up to college has dealt with what is blackness (Which, to add, every Black person has their own uniqueness but.....the culture doesn't want to hear that mostly)
Good article. Every Black person, especially from middle school and up to college has dealt with what is blackness (Which, to add, every Black person has their own uniqueness but.....the culture doesn't want to hear that mostly)