Reclaiming My Power From White Women
Sara Haile-Mariam

My first real interaction with someone of color was in college. My roommate had grown up in another rural, otherwise “white” community, and was just stretching her “black” wings by attending frat parties and dances where I was often the only pale face in attendance. I got to see first hand what it was like to be the minority — — except I was usually treated with deference that I’m not so sure would have been the case had tables been reversed. I watched Deb try to feel comfortable in both worlds, and vowed that I would work toward a world where everyone felt their worth regardless of skin color. When we start viewing people’s actions as more of a determinate of character than something as random as pigment, we will finally be living in the world I envision.

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