“Black Americans Are Mixed”
We all have African, European, and Indigenous genetic material, but...
When I leave my house every day, the world sees a Black woman.
And I don’t identify as anything but.
Even with my known heritage, when people ask me what I am, I tell them I’m Black. That’s what I look like. That’s who I am.
My ethnic experience (as far as being American) has been a Black one. And while the Black American experience varies across different communities, we all deal with the same issues:
Marginalization, oppression, preconceived notions, micro-aggressions, and prejudices based on generalizations.
So whether you’re a rich Black American, a poor Black American, an “educated” Black American, a disabled Black American, a corporate Black American, a suburban Black American, or the type of Black American that is the prototype of our stereotypes, you’ve had at least one experience that “put you in your place,” so to speak.
Like the time you went to the doctor because of chest pain, and they told you that it can’t be that bad. Or the time you went to buy a car and the dealer tried to sell you a used one before they even pulled your credit. Or how…
