We Are All The Same

img_5033I’m not sure how my parents were so strong while being in an interracial relationship…
My dad told me this story and I could never ever forget it….
I was a baby and he and my mom were driving home one night…
They stopped at a gas station to get gas while I was in my car seat in the back seat.
Some young white guys between ages 20-25 started making comments to my mom in the car and when they saw my dad pumping gas they began to make inappropriate and racist comments. My dad finished pumping and got back in the car. As we left the guys followed us, almost running us off of the road. My dad sped to my grandma’s house and ran inside to tell my grandpa that people were following him, and that he thought they were trying to kill us just for being an interracial family.
Long story short, when they passed by my grandma’s house my grandpa made sure to show them that they should leave us alone because he was a hunter and had tools that can kill…if you know what I mean..
So this story sticks in my head because I was a baby and I may not be here if it ended ugly.
It’s crazy too think that my parents were willing to die for their family. Its motivation for me to help open up people’s minds like my mom and dad did and to show them that we are all human who bleed red…

My Black White Brother

FullSizeRender (4)Sunday my brother Juliun moved to Houston. He’s turning 23 this month so he’s looking for a fresh start and Houston is his first stop. It’s bittersweet because I will of course miss him but at the same time I’m very proud of him. I know he’s going to be successful wherever he goes. He is the life of the party and has never met a stranger. ┬áJuliun and I are complete opposites though. He is an extrovert and I’m definitely an introvert. He is loud and I’m a bit more soft spoken, but the biggest thing that sets us apart is simply how we look. He has an Olive complexion whereas mine is pale. When I got papers back on the first day of grade school or got a speeding ticket, I was a white female. When he got papers back on the first day of grade school or got a speeding ticket, he was a black male. Once, when he was in school, our mom went pick him up while he was in the band room. When he saw her standing there he got embarrassed and ran out because she was white. Once, when I was in school, my dad came pick me up and I too was embarrassed but because he was black. My brother and I are different in many ways. But, we also are alike in ways that we never knew. We both struggled with acceptance within ourselves and social judgments, a lot like other children. But all of that has made my brother my best friend (and sometimes I secretly wish for his tan.) Hopefully Houston keeps him safe!