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So, much media attention on Rachel Dolezal the former NAACP Spokane Washington President. People wanted me to say something about this unfortunate situation.
Personally, I wasn’t trying to follow the story that closely because she isn’t the first person to lie in this country and wont be the last. What annoys me is that there is always different sets of rules for certain people, races, status and all of the other nine yards. Some of the comments sounds more racists.
However, I don’t know what the big deal is about her being a Caucasian and in a the NAACP. As if the world will end because she is white. I wouldn’t have any opinions but just one question. If you look at her … someone might need to explain something. And I will leave that alone.
I don’t take to well about the lying business… and that is a bit extreme. She feels like she identifies with African American people…so let her and move on! But
In my case, as many might add I always felt different as if something was not being said… I thought I was all one way and found out the truth and that was one big blur. I was the secret. Having a Afro American mother, still doesn’t weigh heavy in my favor as far as being considered part black. I have had all the labels in universe. And my Dad, who isn’t Afro American , I know his race seems to dominate more on what they accept me as being.
I am still Spanish, Puerto Rican, Cuban, Mexican… I have covered half the spectrum of South America but no one seems to mistaken me for being African- American and most don’t believe my mother is Black. Go figure out that madness.
No matter what even on paper among most African Americans I am not even “considered” one of them. Which is fine… but that is still part of my DNA. Which is the strange part about the whole dynamics of this woman’s story… She was accepted with no proven evidence. I have the evidence and I am not that accepted and this is apart of our ignorance and history even being part Afro- Latino.
Get this they refuse to call me a light skinned black…
Is this not a part of the racial craziness?
My answer still lies in what is more popular during this hour. Tomorrow is a different day. All of us are not of one pure race and there is more mixture than one like to add. Color is really messing this country up. Can you believe just how “screwed” up people are on what the color of your skin is and the texture of your hair. Whether you bought it or genetically came with you. I deal with this junk on a regular!
I have been told to go back to where I belong especially within the African American race. Oh yes, they can be just as racist. I know what this feel like first hand.
My own grandmother didn’t want my kind I was the awful stain in her family. I was the embarrassment because I didn’t look like them. I wasn’t dark enough look too Mexican! All of this was just painful.
Today, nothing has changed… I am amazed just how this mental illness storms the world. What is classified as better. My life according to race is more turbulent than ever. Certain churches, I am banned quietly with strong prejudices being a woman and part Spanish , certain organizations always leads me back to the Hispanic communities alone. I am taken as the “token” exotic species that sits among them. What color is she? Is that her real hair? You know this is a little aggravating but especially among African American women I am the threat!
My mother to some degree was in denial and didn’t want to handle how I was treated and kept my father off the birth certificate because her mom advised this nonsense. I was asked if I was adopted or my mother dealt with the pain of being my babysitter. As I got older who I was even I ignored it didn’t matter but mainstream society it did. I wasn’t “black” like them… my features were different. .
My hair and my olive skin was called the “funny color” and too much of that funny kind of hair. A true testament of what I lived and how cruel people are and still is. Her mother, and some of her family members were racists and hateful …simple as that!
I know many would like to make excuses about Afro- Americans and their level of hatred. It’s there! There is some ignorance in all races if you ask me! Ones race is not a marker but an indication of ones pigmentation. Its sounds really stupid….But if you can live one day in my shoes to see the mixture of jealousy because they are not me and on top of that… If you know who you are the prejudices is almost doubled.
Yet, the older I get the more of my Spanish features comes shining through… I don’t care about as much as people want me to.
We need to be careful about who we call traitors and understand history. More our race sold out on each other than the Europeans. The race game annoys me and disturbs me… I have come into my own. I might called Heinz 57 to some and Mr. Taco Bell. You know all that crap “mixed people”… hear! I have learn to be more accepting of myself.
IS SHE BLACK LIKE ME?????… Nope… I AM BROWN!
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