To my black group of friends, I’m the whitest person they know, and to my white group of friends, I’m the blackest person they know. Caught in the middle of a cold war between races, I wasn’t too sure who I was siding with. And that makes me very angry.
This year we have been challenged by acts of hatred and revenge. As a country, we have yet to see the beauty in our diversity nor recognize the sacrifices we have made to get to where we are now. As an African-American female, I am a minority within a minority.
In today’s society, I feel like I should hate my race. / I should flat out bleach my skin white, turn my hair blonde, get blue contacts and change my name to Amy.