I went to the hospital to give birth and when I said I worked at Andover they asked how I could possibly have so many children in such a short amount of time. They mistook me for another black faculty member who had recently given birth. We look nothing alike.
My history 300 teacher asked a question about the NAACP and when it was founded. When no one answered he looked at me waiting for me to respond like I should know the answer just because I am black and the NAACP is supposed to be fighting for my rights.
1909. I know that because I am good at history not because I am black. There is a difference.
In class my teacher read a poem with the N word in it. She paused and looked at me to see how I would react then continued reading. I just looked down at the floor. I always look down at the floor when we discuss race at school. It is easier than making eye contact with every student who feels the need to look at me and see my reaction to an offensive slur.
Are you doing track in the spring? You should! You would probably be so good at it. I mean you’re black. They will probably just put you on varsity because of that.
You are so exotic! I wish I were exotic!
My friends parents came to visit and they said my manners were “much to good for someone from my part of town”
Things like this happen almost weekly actually. The most memorable is, “I’m blacker than you”. Sometimes it isn’t even a comment or words, they just have to give me an awkward side-glance before making a comment for me to feel annoyed. It’s the most offensive and insulting when they think they are being funny.