“Hamilton” has a diverse cast, even Alexander Hamilton himself is a person of color. The only white people are the dancers and King George. But in real life, none of these were people of color. Just because they chose actors who look like me doesn’t make me relate to the characters more.
Black women are stereotyped to the point where it makes me want to roll my eyes into another dimension. They are shown to be ditzy, annoying, loud, disrespectful, and attention seeking.
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.
“I live in a small town
Where standing out is uncommon
Sometimes not even safe
There are always parking spaces
Yet there’s not always room for love”
“When you govern this nation, You govern the PEOPLE. Keep belittling us and we’re going to rise up higher than your ego.”
Watching a film about a tragic event that happened 50 years ago, I felt as if it could have been a clip that I would see on the news tomorrow.
After reading “The Power of Now” I could say, “Relax, don’t take life overly serious.” It immediately increased my confidence. It was an overnight magical process.
Reading the book, I wished to hand it off to everyone in my life to explain, “This is me. I am Starr. This is what I feel.”
“It’s a great shock to realize you’re black” in America. And me being raised in white suburbia, that line is all too true.
Over pancakes at IHOP, my dad expressed that my mom used to sport a “Nautica white, with blue and yellow color blocks, short-sleeve polo,” which epitomizes my style. I often remark that my parents should have kept their non-existent children in mind before they did away with their apparel from their adolescence.