"On Becoming African American"

Growing up in a white community, black culture was totally foreign to me.

A black adoptee raised by white adoptive parents
At my third birthday party, a little boy asked me why I was black. I responded with a simple, logical answer: "Oh, because I ate a chocolate donut." At that age, race, culture, and heritage were not big issues. I was more interested in toys, Sesame Street, and my favorite food, strawberries. Now, however, race is like a hurricane in my head crashing and thrashing about, leaving me feeling dizzy and confused. Early Childhood My parents adopted me three days ...

Raised in a white community, I’ve just begun to embrace my heritage.


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