Between a Rock and a White Place


Like lots of you I am a wash with shame right now. Whitewashing over racism on so many levels that I didn’t think I was capable of.


I thought because I was mixed raced that means that I know and understand.


I don’t


I didn’t


My skin is white so I will never understand despite my heritage.


So, like everyone else I am learning.


I am reading, listening and watching.


But more importantly I am asking questions.


I am challenging my family.


My dad was a light skinned black man in the British army where racism is rife and you grow a skin so thick you don’t talk about it.


He doesn’t talk about racism for many reasons.


His nickname in the army was Choco.


I have a lot more to learn about racism.


I have a lot more to challenge.

It starts with me.

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