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Saturday, November 13, 2010
Does my skin define who I am?
I was surfing Facebook, like I do often, and I came across a post by BlackFolksThink.com stating this:
Hey Black Folkz...got a question...let's talk about titles. I hear a lot of people say that they are this before they are black. For example, ,I am a blogger who happens to be black. I am the opposite...I am a black blogger. Why is it hard for people to be proud of being a black and then their title. I hope I am making sense.
While there were several responding with their own opinions, I decided to post my own:
I think that in order for us to stop being a nation that is divided by our race, we have to stop teaching our children to see color. I am proud to be who I am. I am black, but at the same time I don't want to define myself by the color of my skin. I do not teach my children to see color among themselves and their friends. They know that they are black, and they cherish that, but I think that if we want our nation to stop seeing us by the color of our skin and start seeing us as equals then we have to do the same.
So there you have it. I stick by this comment, because I honestly believe that while I am proud of my brown skin, it does not define who I am. I mean, this is what our ancestors fought for, right? All comments welcome on this one.