This year, celebrating Black History Month is different for me. It is a month that still brings about many different emotions ranging from pride and joy to pain, grief and frustration.
But, as I have become a dad to an amazing daughter, I have been forced to confront the pain, barriers, ideas, beliefs and experiences I carry within my own self on being Black and biracial.
Growing up in the ’80s and ’90s in a small suburban town, my family was one of two I knew with a white dad and a Black mom. My dad was estranged from his family due to marrying my mom, and we experienced implicit and explicit racism throughout our other family, school and the community.
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