For me, as a child, I certainly thought that there were more black people in the world than white people.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was one of the only people of color at my grade school and also my high school. It's weird recollecting on my childhood, I think, because my brothers are all white. We all share the same father but different mothers. I guess I kind of associated white, but I was occasionally reminded in a really negative way that I wasn't.
We grew up in a very strange world, because my mother was up against it all when she had three black children.
Also, of course, for most of this time most Americans thought of America as a white country with, at best, only a very segregated and subordinate role for blacks.
I learned early that I had to work harder than the white kids and harder than the boys.
I definitely think the fact that I come from a multicultural background, my mother living life in a white skin and having white skin privilege from the time I was little, I was aware of that.
I never had that thing about being black. If the whole world was like that, maybe there would be more harmony and love.
I was the only white kid in my neighborhood for most of my youth even in high school, so reverse racism was just as apparent as racism.
As a child, I experienced black culture as many people did in America: on the TV, radio, and stages.
When I was a kid, no one would believe anything positive that you could say about black people. That's a terrible burden.
There were only ever two black kids at my school. I never considered myself to be 'a black kid'. I was who I was. Which isn't to say things haven't happened to me that wouldn't have happened if I wasn't black.