Guest Bloggers

A collection of blog posts from my dear friends. Join the conversation!

Carol: I am Proud of Being Mixed

I am mixed African American and Belgian. I went to a predominantly white school and as far as I can remember was always conscious of the fact that I was different from the other kids. I grew up in the 90's in a very small Belgian town where diversity was close to non existent. I remember my mom picking me and my little sister up from school, the stares, the comments and questions. "Are you adopted?", "Why is your mom white?" "Why is your skin brown?" and the list goes on. Luckily enough my parents raised us to know how beautiful and special we both were.

Manza: Being Black in Thailand

Last year I decided to become a a missionary in Thailand. I've been here for 5 months already and I'm loving it. It's been the most exciting, exhilarating and challenging experience of my life. I live in the town of Korat, Nakhon Ratchasima. It's about 3 hours from the city Bangkok.

Del: I am prejudice. I empower Colorism.

I am prejudice. I empower Colorism. I'm going to explain that statement; but first I'm going to make a disclaimer that this is not a story about my own personal struggle with being a victim of colorism. Yes, I've heard the "you aren't really black anyway" statement before but me writing about it isn't going to bring much to the conversation. Perhaps we have a danger of fundamentally misunderstanding a complex situation by focusing on one type of narrative; being the victim. A single story told many different ways doesn't define an issue so hopefully me explaining my perpetuation will help add more to it.

Sarah: So Much More Than Skin

First off I would like to start by saying that this whole project is amazing; "Dark Girls" was really eye opening and I love that everyone is getting the opportunity to share their experiences.
The first time I 'experienced' shadism was the day I was born. Obviously I do not remember this happening, but my mother remembers it vividly and I hate how sad it makes her. When I was born, I was pretty pale, with straight, black hair. When the nurse went to check on me, she gasped when she saw my Mongolian spots. She had assumed that I was white. She turned to my mother and asked her if she knew that I was half black. It's bewildering to think that even as a newborn there was something about me that let other people know that I wasn't really one race or another.

Lisa: I LOVE my Dark Skin

My name is Lisa Wilson my daughters name is Kelsy Wilson and we live in Louisiana. I have attached a few photos of me and her for you to use. Once again thank you!
I think the fact that we are so many shades of brown should be celebrated not discriminated. The melanin molecule which gives us pigments of these different shades is truly unique and beautiful. It took me many years to understand this and accept my brown skin. I often struggle to remember many things from my childhood. There are certain moments that I will never forget...

Yasmin: Refusing To Play The ‘Light Skin’ Role

I am an 18 year old young woman of Anglo-Indian and Jamaican heritage living in the UK.  Growing up I've lived in  predominantly British Asian and white communities, and I attend a church mainly frequented by British Asian Christians. As a result I tend to reflect my upbringing and surroundings in terms of perception, culture etc.

Riley: I Am Me

I am me. It has taken me far too long to realize this. Me; just as beautiful as every other young woman of any skin tone, any shade, any race. It had taken a long time for me to understand that, too.

When I was little I never saw anything different about my family, except maybe that my older sister was only half-related through my mom. But even that was beginning to grow common.

Gina: “Your Mum is Black, So You’re Black”

“You’re a Paki!” “No I’m not, I’m mixed race. I’m black and white.” “No, you’re Paki! Georgina is a Paki, Georgina is a Paki!” This was my primary school life growing up, constantly being abused in the playground and being called this derogatory word. My primary school was in Dagenham, one of the worst places a child of mixed ethnicity could grow up in during the early 90’s. If it wasn’t the name calling, I’d be bitten, pushed to the floor and excluded from being picked to participate in P.E games.

Nia: From Darkie to Lightie

One of the most common statements I have heard time and time again has to be ‘You're mixed race, you're just confused,’ and when I think about it, up until two years ago, that statement actually had a degree of truth to it.