And she was all of those things. Khakis, comic books, and glasses were his trademarks. One day, my two-year-old daughter was climbing the walls in lieu of napping. And I suppose the best thing we can do is to share our stories and work our way through it. Overall, it was just a lot more radical than anything either of us had grown up with. But to me, the benefits of being in a place that uplifted our daughter and her classmates in this way — as other cultural and political forces work against her identity as a Black person — far outweighed the potential setbacks. Let's have an open dialogue about wealth in the black community.
As a member of a multi-racial family, I so appreciated the frankness of your article.
Choosing a Preschool for My Black Daughter
And he was right. It was a living in a world that favors and promotes white skin and white girls over everyone else. One thing I do notice is that these instances normally occur when I am alone with my daughter, and it is usually other white people who make these comments. The ceiling that lurked above him has been punctured. But now that I have the child, and even more recently, as she is getting older, I find myself actively seeking out information and anecdotes from others in my situation.