This forced migration was unique in American history. But the slave trade was not new to Europe or Africa. In the eighth century, Moorish merchants traded humans as merchandise throughout the Mediterranean. In addition, many West African peoples kept slaves.
Cancel 0 I grew up in a mostly white community.
I noticed my brown skin compared to their milky white exterior, but it was the least of my worries because being black was not an issue for me. At only seven years old, all I cared about was watching the latest Arthur episode when I got home from school and trying to be first in line for lunch.
My family was one of the three black families on my street. Being one of three black families was not that big a deal to me partly because my parents did not make an effort to distinguish themselves among my white neighbors, so it made no sense for me to.
Their actions contributed to why I did not make an effort to distinguish myself among my white peers. My childhood also consisted of playing with many toys, mostly white Barbie dolls.
I knew I could never change who or what I looked like, no matter if I was satisfied being Ashley, or not. For the first time, I had gotten a set of braids.
I even caught two best friends pointing at me across the classroom and laughing. What was wrong with me? My parents thought I looked okay. I took pride in being me. They knew exactly where their family originated from; all I knew about my family was that we were from the continent of Africa.
We knew nothing about which country or which tribe or which slave master our ancestors were sold to. In my free time, I would spend time reading children magazines my parents subscribed for me. Too much of my time was devoted towards magazines that portrayed much of the white race. I would let dust pile on top of the covers on my desk instead.
I wanted to be so immersed with white culture. Fifth grade was the year most of my classmates grew more mature while in grade school. It was also the grade administrators thought it was academically appropriate to talk about slavery in our social studies class.
The day we talked about slavery for the first time, I distinctly remember the sad, pitiful eyes an Asian classmate of mine gave me.
That look made me feel bad for being black. I was ashamed my ancestors were slaves; why they were the ones cruelly belittled in society, stuffed in confined spaces on a human cargo ship for months on end. On the other hand, my white classmates were proud of their heritage.
It made me think back to our heritage project two years before. I wanted so desperately to be proud of my heritage I had yet to define, but because I was unable to from the lack of ancestral documentation, I continued to ignore the black-dominated media and magazines my parents paid for.
This was my way of coping with my loss of identity. A hardened pit in my stomach would form from my parents not knowing which African tribe our family originated from.
I found nothing to be proud of in my black culture other than the occasional discussions of Dr. King and his contributions to Civil Rights America. It made sense I did not want to be me. Because of that, white culture was all I knew.
At the time, I thought it was for my own benefit.
I wanted to look pretty enough for my parents, for my friends, and for myself. Yet again, I was a black dot in a room full of white people. After being around whites for so long, I became so deeply attached and rooted in the Caucasian ideas that I lost sight of what made me unique as a black American in the first place.
Unfortunately, middle school came around. I was still in my tomboy stage. My insides would turn and my mind would go completely berserk trying to understand why the hell my good friends from grade school turned into underdeveloped Barbie dolls.
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