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Hope Taylor
after lunch one day. To my surprise, the African American girls and
boys that were my friends stood behind me. I was the only white girl
standing on the side facing those who looked more like me yet shared
none of my ideals. I was called many names and shunned by my peers
because I was unconcerned about race up until that point. After that
day, I realized the racial divide and appreciated my friends of color for
looking out for me when chastised by other peers for befriending them.
Those girls didnt dare bother me again. I completed middle school in
NC then again moved to Florida with my dad. This time I lived in
Dunedin and attended Dunedin High School. This was the first time
that I became aware that races shouldnt mix. I dated several
different guys and each time found out how race played a part each
time. It didnt matter to me what ethnicity the guy was, but that was
not the case for my grandparents. My longest relationship in Florida
was with a clarinet player who was Greek. Interestingly enough, his
parents wanted him to find a nice Greek girl. We dated for about a
year. Again I was uprooted and moved back to NC. I had a mix of
friends this time. I started to date again and hung out with more white
friends than black at this point. My senior year was tumultuous. I
ended up moving out on my own with a boyfriend and best friend. I
began working at Golden Corral with a majority of African American
workers in the kitchen. I again made friends of another color who
became most of my social connections. I got married and had my first
daughter after dropping out of high school. After a year and a half of
marriage, my first husband left me and my daughter because he
couldnt handle the pressure of being a father and husband. After he
left was the first time that I began to date interracially in a very racially
divided town. It was interesting to say the least. Not only did the
white people that I was friends with react with horror, the black
females were uncomfortable with it as well. Some of the parents of
these black men flat out told me that their sons were better off with a
black woman. When I would get asked out on a date by an African
American male, I would hear the comment five years to life making
reference to the amount of prison time he would get for raping a white
girl.
I attended college after getting my GED and began to date a
white man. We ended up having a daughter out of wedlock in 1993.
We broke up for a time due to differing views on substance abuse. I
was a criminal justice major and he an alcoholic. During our split, I
dated interracially again. I became very close to one person in
particular whose mother was less than thrilled that he was dating a
white girl. We became very close until he was picked up on a
possession with intent to sell charge. I was doing my internship with
the police department and was in the car when he was arrested. I lost
my position at the Kinston Police Department due to my association
with him. I ended up completing my internship in a neighboring county
white along with the administrators. The part of Pasco County that I
moved to was very different than where I had come from. When I
traveled to Tampa with my cheerleading squad, things were much
different. At one game at Progress Village, I saw a woman wearing a
jersey with the name Crum at the top. I stopped her and asked if that
was her last name. She told me yes. I told her that my maiden name
was Crum, She looked at me puzzled and asked if my dad was black. I
politely answered no and wondered if at a different time both of our
ancestors shared space on the same plantation.
My interest in African American people, as you can see, comes
from the history that I have with some very special people. My dad,
later in life, told me that I have the personality of Queen Latifah. At
one point, I wished to be her. Looking back, that was probably unheard
of, a white girl wanting to grow up to be an African American woman.
I wanted to marry Prince, painted my room purple, and saved my
money so I could buy Purple Rain for my Beta Max. During this time,
my moms husband would make comments about my taste which
made it evident his views on race. This was ironic because he watched
Sanford and Son every night and had a record that I remember hearing
over and over of Richard Pryors stand up comedy, entitled, That
Niggers Crazy.
how he referred to the other side of town, and how you could never
trust black people or Jews.
guess it is just who I am. Maybe I am a chameleon who can change for
the setting. Again I find myself the only white face in a crowd as a
student in CRT. I wonder if these women wonder why I am here. I am
here to further my knowledge on how to make changes and to find the
route in which to find that change. I am secure in the color of my skin
and the person I am within. I embrace being different and I love the
classes that will help me to gain knowledge to put practice some sort
of social justice related dissertation. There is no need to turn back
now. I am moving forward strange looks and all.