Second day of the A to Z challenge! Today’s subject is one I don’t comment on often enough even though I probably should. So…Here goes nothing.
Growing up, I was the kind of person that was friends with everybody. I just did what I liked. I listened to rock music, I wore baggy jeans, I wore studded bracelets, dark eyeliner and jokingly called myself emo. To most people, that’s a phase. To black people, it can be seen as rejecting their culture.
In some ways, I sometimes don’t see my opinions on black matters amounting to what others do. For me, I am who I am and that’s that. Racism is something that I knew existed but I was blind to it for a long time. Call it childish naivete. However, when you move out of your comfort zone, it becomes hard to ignore. I went from being surrounded by black people to be one of three black people in my class. That was intimidating somewhat. These kids had money, cars, expensive clothes and it was quite strange to see the difference. My previous school was in the inner city and this one was on the outer edge. It makes you think. Continue reading “(B)lacknicity- #AtoZchallenge”