Do you consider yourself somehow worse off than your “pure” peers, because your father is white?
Unironically, yes. Every day is a matter of killing the white man in my head, since I can’t centrifuge him out of my blood; and it’s his presence in my genealogy that kicks off twitter wars about whether or not I and people like me are even Black in the first place, and his ancestors that made it impossible for me to find mine.
Unironically, yes. Every day is a matter of killing the white man in my head, since I can’t centrifuge him out of my blood; and it’s his presence in my genealogy that kicks off twitter wars about whether or not I and people like me are even Black in the first place, and his ancestors that made it impossible for me to find mine.