I’ve been looking for a platform for a while to share a very personal story.
This week I have been lucky enough to feature as a contributing writer on WrongSpeak publishing, by author Adam B. Coleman.
I first published a version of this story anonymously some time ago.
As a beginner blogger, I was too nervous to link to it on my own blog because of the sensitive nature of the topic.
When I wrote the first version of this article I did so with other people in mind. I wrote it from a place of fear: fearful I was going to offend someone, or that unintended meaning would be found in my words…mostly fear that I would be judged.
I’ve since realised that this is my story to tell, all I can do is tell it from my heart.
It’s perhaps a narrative that is not often heard within the mainstream media, and it’s one I feel is important to share.
I want to thank my family for their support and encouragement in sharing this story, which is also theirs to tell.
‘Dad, which box do I tick?’ asked my brother when he reached the ethnic monitoring section of his first job application.
‘Which category best describes your ethnicity?’
It’s an easy question for many people, but one that’s never sat comfortably with me, because I tick a different box to my twin brother.
Born in 1984 in northern England to a white mother and a mixed-race father, my brother and I grew up knowing little of our Caribbean and Indian ancestry on our father’s side.
I have blonde hair, green eyes and white skin, my brother has black hair, brown eyes and brown skin….
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