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Katrishka King

Mother | Sister | Daughter | Aunt | Proud Black Citizen of the United States

My Story:

As the story goes, I went to a predominantly white Middle School and the first two years of High School.  As such, I was typically the only black girl in the group.  I never felt like I was truly a part of the group or that I really belonged.  On occasion, there would be sly comments about black people that I would not know what to say to combat.  On one such occasion a girl said something to which I replied, "Hey, I'm black."  Her response was, "But you're not like the rest of them."  I asked her what she meant by that and she said, "Ya know, you're not like, ghetto."

After this happened I questioned myself.  Was I alright with being somewhat acceptable amongst whites because I "wasn't like the rest of them"? Or did I prefer to be WITH the rest of "them" and find my way.  I chose the latter and it made me stronger.  It helped me find myself whether I fit in or not.  I was able to be proud to be WITH "them", though I wasn't "ghetto", and be proud of who I had become by making that choice. 


I left that school the following school year and it's one of the proudest moments of my life.

-Katrishka King


 

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