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Colorism/Shadeism Project

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.
Colorism/Shadeism Project

Sarah: So Much More Than Skin

 Hello!
 
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.
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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!
Colorism:
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...
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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.

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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.
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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.
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