Inside My Velvet Rope

Right now I am having a hard time in the cultural sense. I am asking a lot of behavioral questions about my people (African-American), what lifestyle choices of theirs I am deeply ashamed of, and why I have to be associated with them simply by virtue of my skin color. I am also feeling the pain of not having ethnic celebrations I can call my own, by virtue of being descended from African people who were sold into slavery in America and stripped of every vestige of where they came from, except for their skin. (The irony is if I had been born in the West Indies, where the oppressors left the country when slavery ended, I would have plenty of ethnic celebrations to call my own.) I am processing anger about these things, and anger is the least comfortable emotion for me to process.

Most of you reading this blog (right now, anyway) are not African-American, so I don’t expect you to be able to relate. I’m just grateful I can put it out there in front of you and not be attacked for feeling this way.

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