I have been a “white girl” for 20 years. The number of times I’ve been deemed a Nabisco cookie for my keen knowledge floors me. So, let’s talk about it. What is an Oreo, a white Black girl? What is being too white?
Diversity is not skin deep. The idea that life is an assembly line where Black people are assigned a hue and an attitude is embarrassing to the history of psychology … and your mother.
The study of personality focuses on two broad areas: One is understanding individual differences, in particular personality characteristics, such as sociability or irritability. The other is understanding how the various parts of a person come together as a whole. (Kazdin, Ph.D.)
Your hue is not a contractual obligation to act a certain way; Black people are humans just like anyone else and therefore vary the same. We are less falling dominoes and more a game of chess. Black people, of any shade, are complex in their own right. I have not, am not, won’t be, can’t be white.
I learned analytical thinking from my father, a Black man. He learned it from his father, a Black man and that trend follows my bloodline back to the biggest act of human trafficking in a nation ’s history. My skills in linguistics came from the tongue of my Black mother, who learned from her Black mother, who learned from hers. A whole history of knowledge that follows my family back to the days when our mothers knew white babies better than they knew themselves. My friends growing up were little Black girls from island shores; the Melendez family from next door; and your average share of Cindys and Saras and Beckys. My childhood was filled with sound and color.