When I was a little girl, I couldn’t seem to get anything right.
I was skinny. I dressed white. I loved school. I acted white. I had long hair. I was stuck up. I lacked rhythm. I wore glasses. I “switched” when I walked. I talked white. Black girls picked so many fights with me I eventually beat them at their own game — and they left me alone.
Those girls didn’t like me. They didn’t like my identity. They also didn’t like or know themselves.
I feel the same way about those who say they don’t oppose interracial marriage but then wonder how our children will form their identities.
Our children will form their identities just like many children who came before them — with the help of their parents and a lot of trial and error. Mom told me there would be a day when women would envy my thin frame, and she taught me how to take care of my long locks. She and my father encouraged me to excel in school. Years ago, I learned how to embrace all of me.
Simone and Nadia will have to find and form their own identities. The process won’t be any worse or better than it is for children who have parents of the same race. People will call them names. They will say bad things about them. But with a little help from Ken and me, Simone and Nadia won’t believe them.
As for the rest of the people, worry about you and yours. We got this.