I remember a time when aside from my older brother I didn’t know any other biracial people. I remember when kids at school would ask me”What color ARE you?” I remember family members who didn’t want to be a part of our lives simply because my mom and dad’s skin color didn’t “match.” I also remember when the idea of having a biracial President was something that was so far off that I wondered if it would ever happen.
There are still mean, hateful people in the world who won’t have the opportunity to enjoy my snarkiness because my skin isn’t white enough or brown enough for them. But I’d still like to think that in my own special way I’m a living breathing product of Dr. King’s dream. I’m proof that sometimes you don’t WANT your colors to match. Sometimes one bright rainbow sock needs to be paired up with a plain tube sock to make the perfect pair.
We still have a long way to go in achieving The Dream, but I think Dr. King would be proud of the progress we’ve made so far.
Happy Birthday, Dr. King!