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My family moved to Southern California and in middle school on my first day of school a black boy asked me where I was from - I was a minority in the school as a white person. I told him my family was from North Carolina and he said well then you must be a racist.

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The entire time I was growing up there was only 1 back family in our town, and they weren't there for long. I felt afraid for them because I didn't think that they would be accepted. The 2 boys were fantastic athletes, so they were accepted. Would they have been anyway? Maybe, but I can't say for sure...

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I grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere. There was one black man who lived in town and taught piano lessons. My brother took lessons from him and he liked him. My first direct experience with a black person my age was when I went to swim camp and met some Black swimmers. They had similar goals to me so I remember it being neutral except I was amazed at what they needed to do to care for their hair.

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First visit with my white cousins. I was tiny, not sure how old.  My cousins set up a tent and put me in it charged 25 cents for their neighborhood friends to come see a "real Indian".

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First visit with my white cousins. I was tiny, not sure how old.  My cousins set up a tent and put me in it charged 25 cents for their neighborhood friends to come see a "real Indian".

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I remember in middle school being the only white individual in my class. My classmates called me “weda” as a joke. It means white girl and it became my nickname. I remember not noticing anyone looking different than me until then.  I laughed it off, but I then became very thoughtful about how I was different than my classmates. 

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I remember in middle school being the only white individual in my class. My classmates called me “weda” as a joke. It means white girl and it became my nickname. I remember not noticing anyone looking different than me until then.  I laughed it off, but I then became very thoughtful about how I was different than my classmates. 

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I remember my mothers boyfriend making racist comments. He was a negative force in my life. Most everything he said brought anger and fear to me.

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I remember my mothers boyfriend making racist comments. He was a negative force in my life. Most everything he said brought anger and fear to me.

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My parents are divorced and remarried. My stepdad comes from a very rural background with views very different from mine and my biological father's. I remember when in my early teens when I first started dating being explicitly told by my stepdad to not bring home a black boy, the idea of my bringing home someone of another gender was never even acknowledged as a possibility. 

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My parents are divorced and remarried. My stepdad comes from a very rural background with views very different from mine and my biological father's. I remember when in my early teens when I first started dating being explicitly told by my stepdad to not bring home a black boy, the idea of my bringing home someone of another gender was never even acknowledged as a possibility. 

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when my brothers and I were growing up my youngest brother and I were looking at a picture of us, and he asks, "who is that brown boy?". it was him.  he and I may not have identified as having a darker complexion. we were the only native American children in our chapel hill community, growing up with our Caucasian mom.

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When I was about 7 years old my aunt, who I looked to as the greatest, most loving person,  started talking about "white people" and how gross they were when they eat food, how greedily they gulp and choke down meals. I didn't know why she was telling me this and it didn't really effect me but after years of hearing small things like that, I realized I took on some of those hateful views of white people.

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I was homeschooled until the 8th grade. When I finally went to public school in the 8th grade, I was one of a handful of Latinx classmates. I was asked to pick sides, as if I could only either hang out with the Latinx group, or not be part of their group at all. This is the first time I felt my race come up in such a way. Negative.

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when i was little i lived in a town in Illinois that was not a diverse place to be. I remember being on a plane with my family and my dad referring to a family with dark skin as 'colored' - i didn't know what this meant and even though i recall it being a matter-of-fact statement from him, i knew that it was not a right thing to say.

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Everyone in my small town was white, and race wasn't a topic of conversation that came up - until a new biracial family moved into town

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I dated someone who was a different race than me. I was nervous to get certain people's reactions when they met him. I was worried that they would be negative and I didn't want them to say anything rude to him.

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The first person that I dated outside of my race was Black. I was in college and I remember my dad telling me he was worried that it would be "too hard" for me because the world would not accept us.

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When I was 7 maybe younger I remember going to Denver, CO to visit my aunt (White) uncle (Of color) and cousins (mixed) And adopted white daughter. My aunt gave us all black dolls and my grandpa had an explosive reaction. Very negative. Then every summer after my cousin (white) was required to spend summers with my two sisters and I to be more like us. I felt very confused

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Growing up, my white uncle married a wonderful woman, my aunt, who is from Haiti. I remember when I was less than 8 years old, my cousin Peter was born. I was very excited to meet him! Although we look different, I remember only being taught love.

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I was in elementary school - I grew up with my parents being open to people and not insulting people based on religion or color that I remember. But one set of grandparents were very closed and judgmental of color and religion. I used to watch a sitcom that was all black actors and my grandfather came in the room and told me that it was not okay for me to watch. I remember being shocked and sad and very confused. Later in life my best friend was a black male and I recall knowing very clearly that my extended aunts would not be welcoming to him. It was crushing to know that. 

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I was in elementary school - I grew up with my parents being open to people and not insulting people based on religion or color that I remember. But one set of grandparents were very closed and judgmental of color and religion. I used to watch a sitcom that was all black actors and my grandfather came in the room and told me that it was not okay for me to watch. I remember being shocked and sad and very confused. Later in life my best friend was a black male and I recall knowing very clearly that my extended aunts would not be welcoming to him. It was crushing to know that. 

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Shopping for a dark skinned doll to donate to an African orphanage. We had to drive quiet far from our home to find a doll that was dark skinned and did not resemble the majority of people in my community.

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Shopping for a dark skinned doll to donate to an African orphanage. We had to drive quiet far from our home to find a doll that was dark skinned and did not resemble the majority of people in my community.

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I was in elementary school and my school was not diverse my any means. We had a new girl student who was black, I remember going home and saying "mommy I met the most beautiful chocolate skin girl today" my mom said honey we don't say that, "we don't see color".

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When I was in elementary school, I had a crush on a boy whose family was from India (I'm white). I wrote him a note on valentines day to tell him I had a crush. He wrote me back to tell me that he couldn't be my boyfriend because he wasn't allowed to be in interracial relationships. It was such a young age to hear that. This message was repeated for me when I crushed hard on a Black boy in high school. My best friends parents wouldn't let us hang out at her house because we were an interracial couple.

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When I was in 8th grade I fell in love with a black boy. My parents were very supportive but I remember them warning me that others would see me differently. It broke my heart that others would see me differently but I didn't change my love.

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I started at public school in 2nd grade, after being at a Muslim school with a range of representation across race and class - public school kids called me racist names and refused to accept I'm half white, and my first vivid memories of my name being butchered. I was harassed by teachers too, and not believed about racism I experienced. But I didn't even know how to name it

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I never understood why in my neighborhood there was only one Black family yet at my high school there were many other Black kids my age. I realized later that it was because of zoning and such.

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This occurred when I was as young as 5 throughout my childhood. My Dad had three siblings. His youngest sister was never involved with the rest of the family. It became very evident that it was because she had relationships with black men. Her children, my cousins were never as close to us as the others. I never really new why as it was veiled racism at the time. The older I got the more outwardly racist comments I would here. I remember it saddened and confused me.

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When I was in elementary school, I went to the same public neighborhood elementary school with my friends. By 3rd grade, most of my friends had transferred to another private elementary school. I wanted to go with them. When I asked them why they left, they said it was because the school wasn't good enough. The school was diverse. The private schools were almost all white. By 5th grade, I was the only white child from my neighborhood who still went to public school. Every other white child in my neighborhood went to private school.

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As a young girl I meet my best friends Aunt and uncle. Her Aunt is white and her uncle Black. I do not remember anything negative about this experience. He was a former football player he was fun and I always saw him as famous since he played football. They had a daughter and she was so beautiful. I grew up in a small rural town and didnt experience much diversity

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My mother said it was hard being being multi-racial and a teenager, because it was confusing as to what 'world' they lived in. It was confusing. It felt negative.

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My junior year of high school, I attended prom with an asian man/boy. I don't remember the exact reaction but my mom showed prom photos to my grandfather. Apparently, he made a comment about my date not being a white person. Later on in life, my mom still tells me how my grandfather's comment sits with her.

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My elementary school principal was black.  He was the actual human that the Fat Albert character was based upon.  Whenever we accomplished something in the classroom academically or in being a good citizen he would send us a note, or we would be invited to his office for him to congratulate us.   This was normal to me; it wasn't until later in life that I looked back and realized that there were very few black students attended the school and we had such a white culture.

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I went to a school that was 40% African American, 59% Caucasian, and a population of less than 1% of Hispanic and Asian. The tracking system was real and I was one of three black females that ended up in the honors level class, my best friend was the only POC in an AP Course. I graduated with 243 students. Why were we the only three in Honors level classes. Then I talked too proper to be black, but I was too dark to hangout with white people. I was the girl who liked all music, and trying to figure out what Black enough was.

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A Girl From Mississippi That Couldn't Cross the Tracks

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A Girl From Mississippi That Couldn't Cross the Tracks

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I grew up in a small MS farming town and vividly remember constantly being told that it was not safe to cross the tracks into the black community. This was from family, friend's parents, school mates. Negative.

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I grew up in very rural Vermont. After the first day at school (first grade?), my Mom asked me about my day. I told her there was a kid in my class with a flat face. I didn't understand that he was an adopted child from China. I didn't realize that people LOOKED different because their ancestors came from different areas on this planet.

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I have two half brothers that are POC and one of my earliest memories  is someone telling me that they couldn't be my brothers because we didn't look a like. I was only 6, so I didn't understand that they were my half-brothers, not just my brothers, let alone a different race. I am remember feeling very confused and upset. Negative.

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I grew up in a small, rural town and our school district was pretty small too. There was only one black family in our entire district while I was growing up or in school. I don't remember anything negative just that one daughter was a year younger than me and we both ran track. Her sister was a few years older and a track star in our little town. My mom happened to work with their mom.

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My sister had a dark-skinned baby doll when we were growing up and she carried it everywhere with her. I vividly remember my grandmother and mom getting in a huge fight over the fact that she would buy that baby doll for my sister.