I think my race is the strongest aspect of my identity, and it’s that way because it’s the most noticeable thing about me. I think I would describe my race as accepting, and comforting. It’s very weird but the environments I get in some places strongly based on the fact that I’m a certain skin color has been amazing, and some of the people I’ve been able to connect with have been amazing too. I say this is the most strongest because in some instances I’ve been able to share a connection with people who I probably wouldn’t have looked at If I happened to be a different race.
An example was one time at my doctor’s office, I had parked this car I was driving so terribly wrong, I had completely blocked somebody’s driving side, so much that they couldn’t get in that side at all! I had turned in an angle that was so terrible, I couldn’t back out of it, and I was running late for the appointment when a girl in a car Infront of me was watching me, and her and I shared a couple gestures before we both got out of our cars, we shared a laugh because of how bad I had parked, and she offered to repark my car for me, she had laughed because she knew it was a car that my father had owned, and just given me because my car had broken down, we shared names with each other, and complimented each other’s nails because they were done similarly, it was just something random but her and I connected because she saw a young, black girl and decided to help me.
Different elements shape everything in my life, and how people interact with me. Where I lived, kids I grew up with had never had backyards, or houses because they lived in apartment complexes, so I was labeled ‘rich’ because of the place I lived, and the things my parents were able to afford me. Sometimes I would get positive reactions, but other times people genuinely disliked the fact that my parents provided us with so many things, “Daddys Money” or “Spoon Fed” were the things I had always used to hear, and it used to bother me until I just stopped caring, why would I let it bother me that you are mad my parents provided? I think that other people of my skin tone would agree with me, but other races may not because they don’t feel the community with each other the way that we do, like if I were in a room full of black people I would feel right at home, but it would be a different story if I was in a room with any other race, I think society would laugh at my definition of my race. We have been portrayed by society as everything negative, and history can support what I say. If society wanted to describe my race I guarantee we would be called anything but children of god.
