It’s 10 o’clock at night, and I’m sitting in a vegan restaurant in midtown Manhattan with my multiracial posse, having just come from a panel discussion on racial identity and the mixed-race experience in America. It’s a topic we’ve been mulling over – well, for all of our lives. Continue reading
Like Rachel Dolezal, I am no longer white.
Last month, I officially changed my race. But unlike the former Spokane NAACP chapter president, I didn’t darken my skin or concoct a phony story about my past. If anything, I stood up for the racially blended heritage that’s always been a part of my life. Continue reading