I am not the only one who has come to the conclusion that I am black, white, Hispanic, and Asian, and I will not be a white person in my lifetime.
That realization has been one of the hardest parts of this journey, and it’s been a little bit of a struggle, for me personally, to figure out what it means to be a black person in this country and to be accepted by it.
It has been the hardest, in my mind, for some people, to accept that you can be who you are and have that kind of self-acceptance.
You are not just one of these people.
You can be a person of color.
You’re not just a person who has been born and raised in the United States.
You don’t have to have a specific background, because you can do anything.
You know, you’re American.
You belong here.
And I’m not sure that anybody would want to exclude you from this country, if they were not in need of you.
The truth is, I have always been a person in search of belonging.
I was born and brought up in a middle-class white neighborhood in a mostly black neighborhood in New York City.
I grew up in an environment that was very accepting of people of color, especially those of color from historically oppressed groups.
But I had no idea how different my identity would be if I were born and bred in a place like the South.
So I spent a lot of time wondering: What’s the difference between my identity and the identity of the white, straight, middle-aged, middle class white family in my neighborhood?
It was an interesting process of exploring.
But the reality was that I was still very much a white child, and that was the way I saw myself.
My parents and grandparents and brothers and sisters all came from white families, and they came from a privileged background.
They were raised to believe that being white was good and that they were the best of all.
So in many ways, it felt like I was a product of white privilege.
I still felt like that in my early years.
And it’s a little frustrating because I thought that being a person with a certain skin color was just the way things were.
And if you’re white, you know, it’s OK.
You have everything.
So you just don’t think about that.
You just don, you can’t think of that.
So it was interesting to go back and figure out how to really understand myself and what it feels like to be someone with a particular skin color.
But when you look back on it, I was really surprised by how different it was.
I had never really thought about it in that way before, because I had not even thought about that before.
It’s very easy for me to say that I’m white, because that’s what I thought.
But to me, being white, I felt like, well, that’s it.
That’s all I ever thought about.
And the way that it affected me, the way it impacted my family, my friends, my teachers, my church, was something that I found really distressing.
It felt like it was all just a matter of time before my identity as a person was erased.
It was the feeling of being completely ignored.
And when I think about it, when I talk to my friends about it and when I sit down with people, it really makes me think about how much my own life was built on the backs of people like myself.
When I was growing up, I remember sitting in a classroom with other white kids.
We all looked like each other.
And one of my teachers would say, well you know what?
We’re going to try and make it more diverse, and we’re going on a mission, and so we all started going on missions.
But it was just all white kids from the neighborhood, and you could tell they were all the same.
They had all the values.
They all had the same social awkwardness.
And so I remember being like, no, I don’s not want to see that.
I don, I can’t see that happening.
It doesn’t feel like that’s how the world is supposed to work.
And that really struck a chord for me.
I think what happened to me was not just about race, it was about a lot more.
So if you are white, it doesn’t mean that you have to be white.
It means that you’re not white.
And being white doesn’t just mean that people think that you are.
It also means that the system is rigged in favor of those who are white.
I felt that way a lot, actually.
I started questioning that a little more when I was older, when people started asking me questions about it.
I would go to church and I would say the Lord is telling me to do something, and he would tell me, well what do you mean?
And I would think
