Race Debates

Covering all things regarding race in the UK and worldwide. Read my opinion – as well as the opinions of various guest bloggers – on the world around us!

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.

ZeZe: “East Africans are not really black”…..Yes we are!

Throughout my life I heard “East-African’s are not really black” countless times which can confuse anyone growing up in an already confusing world. During my early years (11 years old and under) I remember having the odd comment of “you have lovely curly hair”, “where are you from?” and “I thought you was mixed” here and there from people which never bothered me. I would just correct them by explaining that I was not mixed and both my parents were African and that was that.

Kris: Choosing sides

I'm 1/2 east Indian 1/4 black 1/4 white, and as a young child, I spent most of my time being raised was mostly raised by my maternal Indian Grandmother. I remember her telling me so many times as a child how happy she was and how lucky I was that I could pass as 'full Indian' and that being of a fair complexion with "good hair" ( what ever that meant) added to my beauty. Even from a young age, I could see how she treated my half black-half Indian cousins adversely because of their dark skin and course hair.

Moniqué: No-LYE, I’m Black…

Who am I? I’m Moniqué, the product of a marriage between my Vincentian Mum and my Jamaican Dad, but “Coolie Gyal” “Red skin” and “Chocolate drop”, are some of the terms I’ve been addressed with during my 28 years of life.

Ravae: Love is Colour Blind

That incredulous question popped up for the millionth time, always with the same disbelief. “But …why do you like white guys?” With my boyfriend’s fingers interlaced with mine, we couldn’t get any further apart on the spectrum of complexion. The rich mahogany of my skin seemed even bolder against the startling white of his. As I lay there beside him, swirling his question around my mouth, I felt my response slowly expand. Where should I begin?

Nandi: Being Biracial in Sweden

I grew up in a medium size city in Sweden in a pretty multicultural area. I don't remember when I realized I was "different" from most of the other kids because I had light skin and straight hair. I just remember wanting to have bangs like the other girls in daycare; this lead me to cut my bangs myself at around age 4 or 5. I was very disappointed when my bangs did not lay down over my forehead like the bangs of my friends, but instead stood up reaching for the sky.