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In reply to the discussion: Black Like Me, 50 Years Later [View all]noiretextatique
(27,275 posts)Racism, that is see posts above for Cindy's thoughtful analysis. I have told this story before, but here it goes again. In a grad school creativity class, I posted a poem titled "never trust the white man," which was something my blond haired, grey eyed great grandmother used to say. The poem was about her life, and why she clung to the drop of African blood in her makeup. The poem told the story of her life...we believe she and her brother were the orphaned children of slaveowners who were adopted by enslaved people. Anyhoo...to make a long story short, I got attacked by my fellow classmates for posting about her life. They did not want to hear about the white mob who forced my great grandparents to leave town in the middle of the night. They felt "offended" by my family's real life experiences. A friend told me: they are not used to hearing us, or our stories. She was right.
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