(Read the post in English) Je ne suis pas 100% noire, et pourtant… Je suis métisse. Mon père est noir, et ma mère est blanche. Mon père a connu tellement de racisme au cours de sa vie que ça l’a rendu amer. Cet homme, parti d’un tout petit pays, Haïti, qui a dû se sauver […]

Growing up with my mostly white family, in a mostly white society, even if I perceived a slight discrepancy, the lightness of my skin allowed me to ignore it.
It was a part of me, yet it was very rarely emphasized.
Having half of my family being black, having black friends, I soon realized that I didn’t live on the same planet as they were. I was being treated differently.