The Indalian Job
Some people call it a disorder; I call it a gift.

Categories: Being Colored, Ethnic Amnesia, Tales of the City, The Apocalypse

March 16, 2009 | Permalink | 11 Comments

I’m Colored? Oh, Word?

Sometimes I forget that I’m colored. This may be a shock my tens of thousands* of readers, but it’s true. It may seem like I rag on white people in every other post, at least. Like here. And here. Or here. You get the idea.

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It is truer to say that I usually don’t think about my ethnicity and skin tone until: 1) I see the police, 2) I see a colored baby and want to make one of my own, or 3) black or white people remind me that I’m neither. [ . . . ] Continue »