Fighting segregation… with segregation?

Growing up, as a mixed race white and black Caribbean girl, it was always hard knowing where I fit in. My mum would drop me off at school, and the other kids would ask me who the nice blonde lady was; was I adopted, was she a friend of my mums? And don’t even get me started on the uproar when my step dad (who also happened to be white) would appear at the school gates. The opened mouth stares of puzzled children would follow us wherever the three of us went. I was one of a very small number of ethnic minorities throughout my school life. I faced racism and prejudice, as many minority group members do, and not just from my white peers, but from members of the black community as well. They called me ‘white washed’ because the fact that I sometimes straightened my hair and had mostly white friends, meant I wasn’t black enough for them. But I wasn’t white either. So where did I fit in?

Click on the button below to read the rest of my article on She Might Be Mag, about my views on racial exclusion and how it is important to involve allies in movements and protests. 


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