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…

Black People Aren’t Scary

fullsizerender-7One of my coworkers once told me her son is scared of black people..I cant make this up. She told me this before she knew I was mixed but I wondered how someone can be scared of a whole race. I thought obviously someone told him black people are bad..but why? After I told her I was black she told me that her neighborhood was mostly made of white residents. Her son went to school with mostly white children so he didn’t see black people other than the grocery store. I understood that it’s her environment that may be teaching him to be scared and I felt bad for him. A few weeks later she told me that she saw my dad in the store while with her son. She explained to him who the man was and that I was his daughter and he shouldn’t be scared. If I can be an example, to not judge black people or be scared of them that would make my life worth while. Skin color means nothing and if I can teach people like my coworker and her son that, it would mean the world to me 🙂

Proud To Be a White Black Girl

fullsizerender-2Most of my confessions are stories about my dad. Of course I’m older now and accept my family just the way they are, but I wasn’t always so confident. A lot of my stories come from when I was younger, trying to accept myself. I started to see that I was different and that caused me to get embarrassed.

My dad used to work nights so he would bring and pick me up from school. I remember when he picked me up I would run to his truck and duck down so nobody saw me. I wanted to fit in and because of that I struggled with the fact that I was mixed but looked white. Looking back, I feel bad that I used to be ashamed of my dad and who I really was. If I could go back, I would tell my younger self to be strong and that being different is something to brag about!!