Thanks for stopping by.

-Nicole

I hope in time we begin to, as human, see our similarities more than our differences.

-Nicole

Beautiful poetry.

I wrote this based on the history I have read and heard of Birmingham in the 1960′s. I asked myself – what would an interracial couple face in this environment?

I myself have lived in areas that had a lot of racial divides and areas that did not. In my high school, it was very segregated – black kids sat in their own groups, white kids sat in their own groups. If you were biracial or multiracial with African ancestry (i.e. mulatto) as I am, you were de facto in with the black kids…which is in and of itself not necessarily a problem unless you lived in such a racially divided area as I did. I felt as if I had to split myself down the middle and walk on each side of the chasm. I refused to do this, and that made me a target at school.

While I have not encountered anything quite like this again, I still sometimes feel, depending on where I’m at and who I’m with, that I’m being asked to split myself in half and leave one of the halves behind. But I don’t regret being multiracial, and I would not change if given the opportunity. I expect society to change – a tall order and perhaps unrealistic, but logical given the fact that I and others like me are neither the problem nor the cause of it.

Anyway, I will leave the soapbox right now…thanks everyone for reading.

-Nicole

and I have never lived in a place or time that wasn’t racially prejudiced–some places haven’t changed all that much

Prejudice is a mystery to me. I’m dumbfounded that people can be proud of their skin color. They didn’t work hard to master a skill; they didn’t run faster than someone else. They just happened to be born at a certain time, in a certain place, to certain parents. Because of this, they are proud? I just don’t understand that way of thinking.