Race has been a huge issue in my life. The daughter of a white mother and a black father, I was born and raised (mostly) on Prince Edward Island, Canada’s smallest province, several miles off the East Coast. I was the darkest person most of the island’s inhabitants had ever seen. Between the ages of six and fifteen, I heard the word “nigger” every school day. My classmates threatened and beat me, but administrators told my mother there was nothing they could do because they were not present when these incidents occurred. I assume things would be much different today, but those were the ‘80s and no one in that area had had much experience dealing with that sort of thing. I was very excited when, at the age of fifteen, I moved to Washington, D.C. I looked forward to living among other Black people. But on my first day of school, my middle school classmates accused me of trying to be White! In their defense, I was pretty “white” in my speech and skin coloring and I wasn’t at all familiar with inner city life. To them, I was an “Oreo” or worse, a “wanna be-White girl.” I was shocked and disappointed. I hadn’t prepared for that. Click here to read the rest of this article at All Patriots Media.