Why I Passed For White

When I was 16, I started letting people believe that I was white.

In 1996, my family relocated upward from the Bible Belt. We moved from the southwest corner of Arkansas to the Midwest. At sixteen, I experienced a new definition of self — which, for me, meant shedding my ethnic heritage and the abuse that came with it. My coming of age was more than an exit from youthful innocence. It was an escape.

Read more of “Why I Passed For White” in Medium’s The Archipelago.

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  1. […] into the pond and still I see the ripples. What I have learned is to continue making splashes with truth-telling and […]

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