On Being Black and White

I was late for school, and my father had to walk me in to class so that my teacher would know the reason for my tardiness. My dad opened the door to my classroom, and there was a hush of silence. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on my father and me. He told the teacher why I was late, gave me a kiss goodbye and left for work. As I sat down at my seat, …

…a lot from being black and white. It has made me much stronger of a person. If I ever had a chance to choose between one or the other so that I wouldn’t be stuck in this double bind, I wouldn’t. I’m not just white. And I’m not just black. I am both. I am biracial. And the way I see it is that I have the best of both worlds.