REDEFINED: Proud Of My Brown Skin
I never felt comfortable in family pictures because I was the only black person and I felt out of place. I never told my mom about this because I didn’t want her to feel bad because it wasn’t her fault.
I never felt comfortable in family pictures because I was the only black person and I felt out of place. I never told my mom about this because I didn’t want her to feel bad because it wasn’t her fault.
Scars, disabilities, and tattoos. Photos and reflections on things that showed up on people during their life.
Reality TV doesn’t dictate how someone acts in real life but it does give viewers opportunities to judge us as if this is the first impression.
Some Youth Radio students went around Downtown Oakland and asked people if others look at them differently based on the way they are dressed, or by their race and gender.
This was a really dumb idea. You would think going up to people and talking to them would be easy. It’s not.
We definitely shared in the experience of stealing and hiding that from our parents as kids. What parent wouldn’t be upset about that? But as some of us have gotten older, relationships changed.
I sat down with my mom and my great grandma to talk about feminism not knowing how much race plays into being a feminist or not being one.
This clash reached a fever pitch during the election season when my grandparents’ support of Donald Trump caused full blown arguments between them and my liberal cousins and aunts.
Recently, I did the “Big Chop.” I cut off about 6-7 inches of my hair.