Un-Suturing: Coming to Terms with Being an American

Rebecca Arthur
Nov 5 · 4 min read

In one month’s time, I have gone from calling myself an African-American to a Black-American and then simply American. I attended a French language class at a university a few weeks ago, and the teacher went around the room and asked each student a question. All I could understand from her rapid fire French was the word nationalité. In the moments that passed waiting for my turn, I realized I couldn’t…

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Rebecca Arthur

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Photographer, Storyteller and Renaissance woman. Currently in Paris, France on a Fulbright Grant documenting stories of identity and race. www.rrarthur.com

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