Latest Being black Articles
“Finding myself” in relation to my travels make it sound as if I actually left my right leg in Medellin, or something. But “finding myself” is exactly what I’m trying to do.
Because after 23 years of thinking that I knew my ethnic background — of thinking that I knew who I was — I have found out news that changes everything, but at the same time, nothing:
I am (probably) black.
“I’ve experienced fear while witnessing and recording two officers beat and throw around another relative of mine (male) while they were already in handcuffs. Yet, I’ve also experienced an officer giving my friend and I a ride home because we were stranded in the middle of the night.”