The Black Crayon
(09/08/16 8:42am)
I learned about race for the first time when I was five. While I considered myself white, I knew I wasn't just white like everyone else. During my first week of kindergarten, my classmates and I were instructed to draw and color in pictures of ourselves to hang up for Parents' Night. All of my classmates immediately reached for the peach crayon, but I didn't look like that. I didn't look like the beige or white crayons either. I was darker, so out of simple childhood ignorance, I colored myself in with a black crayon.