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!

My Sister, Osaorion: Learning to Love the Chocolate Skin I’m In

  Well, I was born in Middlesex and raised in East London; Hackney to be precise. Growing up I never had any problems with the colour/shade of my skin, because I was comfortable with the colour as both my parents were black, and Nigerian. Despite saying this, when I was in primary school, I would always want to be mixed with something, not necessarily in race, but nationality. I grew up around many different races of people: black, white, Asian and people of mixed heritage. Even though I knew there was a difference between me and an Asian child, it wasn’t a barrier to my social development, because I maintained the thought that we are all one, all equal and all part of the HUMAN race.

Chloe: “You Can’t Sit With Us!” – My Experience of Shadeism

At the time I didn’t see how my treatment at school affected my external image until after leaving secondary school. When I first started secondary school my hair was always in cainrows. I had long hair, which reached my hip, and my mother never let me wear it out. As I got older the other girls would laugh at how my hair would start looking messy as the weeks went on. All those fly away curls trying to pop out. So I persuaded my mother to let me wear my hair natural without the cainrows.

Rayna: Being Dark Skin in a “Light Skin Preferred” World

  Growing up I didn't love my brown skin. My mother is a deep chocolate brown while my dad is more caramel in complexion. Although my mother is absolutely beautiful, growing up I always wanted to be the same color as my dad. So let me break down some of my experiences being dark skin in a "light skin preferred" world. Well, that's how I saw it...

Shannon: Picking Sides

I have been through different stages in my life when it comes to how I felt about being mixed race. The earliest memory I have from school was me being introduced to the fact that I no longer was just a human being but that I had two races, two categories, that there were two types of people and apparently I had to choose one.

Hannah: My Mixed Race Hair and Me

"You're confused. You're diluted. You're a pick'n'mix. You're a lightie. You're yellow." Well no actually. I AM MIXED RACE.
I've heard it all. You're not in touch with your black side enough... You're definitely more black than white.
Blah blah blah!
No matter what 'side I'm in touch with' I'm proud of my mixed heritage. I've got my mums nose and my dads smile. I'm a beautiful combination of a relationship people deemed at the time as unacceptable and not made to last. Well, 28 years later it's still going strong!

Simone: You’re not Black, You’re not White, You’re Just Confused.

 Dear Classmate,
You're not Black You're not White, You're Just Confused.
You said this to me 10 years ago. I was 15 years of age, yet you made this foolish statement in front of our fellow classmates. You called out to me and said, "come over here for a minute." I walked over, without knowing you were about to humiliate me in front of everyone. I didn't realise I would soon hear their laughter as you said, "You're not black, you're not white, you're just confused."

Tawn: Growing Up Biracial in the U.S.

Hello everyone! I’m Tawn, and I am super excited to guest blog for The London Curls! I’m going to share a little bit about my experience growing up bi-racial child in the U.S., and share some things that I have learned along the way.  I hope you find a bit of your story within mine, and we can share a touch of life with each other on this page.