- May 25, 2008
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My spin is a little different, Grew up middle class in NJ, Black father - Educator, White mother - dental hygienist, always went on two vacations a year. First car I got for free, but 18th bday, dad got me a 12K used car. Never went without anything. Always had nice gear, and all the toys. Lol If I could make a compelling reason why I needed something, pops always made sure I had it. Went to catholic school, my whole life. Got so so grades, bummed it thru CC eventually transferred to Rutgers, did alright graduated, my grad present from my parents was that they paid off my student loan balance, and beginning of senior year, my pops told me I could quit my job waiting tables and just enjoy my senior year. Anyway, I've been exposed to so much the world has to offer, Europe, the Carribean, South America, etc.
At the end of the day, I'm still brown. Funny thing is though, anytime I open my mouth people always take a step back, even now at work, being there for a year, it's like people are suspicious that a minority can formulate coherent sentences.
Prob the worst racial experience, I had in my life was Jr Prom, asked this girl Kristin, that I had a crush on, it took a lot for me to ask her, bc I really liked her. She immediately said yes. I was on cloud 9, next day I walk into school feeling myself, and everyone's like have you seen Kristin yet, I'm like nah what the heck? She walks up to me, crying so hard she can't even breathe, well her mom wouldn't let me take her bc I'm brown. In like a moment a wisdom beyond my years, I just gave her a hug and said, no worries, but inside I was hurt. Funny thing was at the time, my boy who was PR was dating her best friend, and had been to Kristin's house countless times, he was blown away, like Mrs R. is always cool with me, and I'm like yea cuz you ain't trying to knock down her daughter. The one thing I always said though was, it really didn't bother me when I thought about it, bc the lady never met me. If she knew me and wouldn't let her go, I really would've been devastated. Funny thing is, I grew up nicer than what they had, and now I do better for myself, than the guy she's with, so in the end she hurt her daughter.
At the end of the day, I'm still brown. Funny thing is though, anytime I open my mouth people always take a step back, even now at work, being there for a year, it's like people are suspicious that a minority can formulate coherent sentences.
Prob the worst racial experience, I had in my life was Jr Prom, asked this girl Kristin, that I had a crush on, it took a lot for me to ask her, bc I really liked her. She immediately said yes. I was on cloud 9, next day I walk into school feeling myself, and everyone's like have you seen Kristin yet, I'm like nah what the heck? She walks up to me, crying so hard she can't even breathe, well her mom wouldn't let me take her bc I'm brown. In like a moment a wisdom beyond my years, I just gave her a hug and said, no worries, but inside I was hurt. Funny thing was at the time, my boy who was PR was dating her best friend, and had been to Kristin's house countless times, he was blown away, like Mrs R. is always cool with me, and I'm like yea cuz you ain't trying to knock down her daughter. The one thing I always said though was, it really didn't bother me when I thought about it, bc the lady never met me. If she knew me and wouldn't let her go, I really would've been devastated. Funny thing is, I grew up nicer than what they had, and now I do better for myself, than the guy she's with, so in the end she hurt her daughter.