(Editor’s note: This column was used with permission from the RaiderView, a student newspaper at Lindsey Wilson College, where it was originally published on Oct. 11).
I am bi-racial. My mother is white; my father is black. My entire life, I have been exiled as the “other.”
I always had too curly hair and too dark of a skin tone to be friends with the white kids. I had hair that was too straight and skin that was too light to be friends with the black kids.