Now cue the smart guy who hears about a scholarship for African Americans and says, “Oh, like Charlize Theron?” It gets messy. I myself am a black (race) woman from a Tigrinya (ethnicity) household who had been born in the U.S. (nationality). But growing up, I’ve had all sorts of individuals attempt to tell me that I was not black, my true skin colour be damned. Some of these would go into details: “I mean, you are black, but you are not, you know, black.”
And I used to get it from all sides. Once in middle school, I had been cornered in the gym by a group of black kids who tried to force me to say out loud that I was not black. I received a lot of this growing up, reminders that I wasn’t “among these.” Not too much as a adult, thank God, which might be a indication that things are changing for the better? Or only a general understanding that a white supremacist would despise us with equal fervor no matter where our parents were actually born? Or maybe it’s that if you are a child, you say that the dumbest shit ever, and it is only when you grow up that you learn “Oh god? I said? Really? Oh no. Oh god.” Or a mixture of all three. In any event, yay for progress.