A little background. A local community theater group, (Olean Theatre Workshop), recently did an almost all female production of Arthur Miller's, The Crucible. In The Crucible, for those who may not be familiar, is a character named Tituba who is a black slave and calls for black actress to play the role. Olean Theatre Workshop casted… Continue reading Whitesplained
"You're not even that dark. Look at this." he demonstrated by pulling my sleeve off to expose my shoulder. "This - this is practically white." A few things came to my mind in this moment. First of all - how fucked up this was. I understood he was trying to flirt, and this was what… Continue reading Skin. A Sequel.
I understand that I now have the reputation of being a bitter, angry person who just writes about people she doesn't like. I'm old enough to know that what others think shouldn't bother me. But I'm still human. Like I wrote when I began this journey - this is my story, within my limited perspective.… Continue reading Letter From an Angry Black Woman.
I really don't like Dunkin Doughnuts. I remember thinking just that when he walked through the door late. He picked the location. I don't like businesses that have cutesy names, particularly with alliteration. For me there was little difference between Dunkin Doughnuts and Chuck E. Cheese. We had been seeing each other for a solid… Continue reading Coffee – Hold the Cream.
The color of my skin never before occured to me until I wanted to be the pink Power Ranger at recess and was told I had to be the yellow ranger because the pink ranger was white. This confused me because although my ethnicity has always been somewhat ambigious , I did not have the… Continue reading Discolored Recollections
Growing up, I remember that on television and in the movies there weren’t any protoganist that were non-white. If there was a character who was non-white, it was usually the one token black guy who served as comedic relief and/or the poor friend. Shows like “Family Matters” and “Sister, Sister” were so important. They gave… Continue reading You’re a Hero, Mindy.
A new Marshalls opened up in the next town and I went with a friend to check it out. We spent a good ten minutes in each section, claiming what we would buy if we were rich or decorating ideas we had. I was wearing my one dress with the stripes with a blue cardigan,… Continue reading Baby Doll