It put me in a box, limiting me in ways I didn’t realize until recently.
” didn’t become frequently asked questions until I began attending school at Towson University (TU) as a freshman.
I felt a certain pride in hanging out with people who were Dominican, Indonesian, Laos, Filipino, Hispanic, etc. My parents taught me good morals, like not judging others by their appearance, though I did have to keep my jaw clenched when I visited relatives.
They would ask me about the “colored kids” at my job as a camp counselor and spoke the word “bi-racial” in hushed tones, as if it were something to be ashamed of.
On each side of the discussion, you have people wagging their fingers about the cause(s) of the Black family’s demise and what they believe needs to be done to fix it.
Black men and women stand at the core of the Black family, and quite frankly, both appear to have lost communication with one another.