I remember when I was about 7 years old I was coloring in a coloring book. I wanted to color one of the pictures to look like me. Seeing as how I knew I was a Black little girl, I picked up a black crayon and began coloring. Instantly it felt weird, but I kept doing it. When it was done it looked SO odd to me. I couldn't reconcile why I was Black
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I got used to it.
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Now that might not be my first memory of being black.. but it's my first memory of the consequence of being black.
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I always figured I'd give my kids mostly non-white dolls, even if my kids were white (although now they won't be). 'Cause I figured they'd get enough "white is beautiful" from society at large...
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I'm sure I asked/was told at a young age, and it might have been like sex, for me. I do remember asking my mom about sex when I was about 4 1/2, and she just told me, real matter-of-fact and kinda clinical, LOL. (She's a doctor.) And I remember thinking, "Yeah. That's about what I figured." So I'm guessing when they told me about race/racism, it wasn't any big lightbulb moment...
It was probably more pro-active, too. Like... I didn't have to point at some woman in a grocery store, all "Mommy! Why is that lady so black?" for them to tell me. I'll have to ask my mom...
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