Black History Month...for a white person

If you went to high school with me, you probably know that I was one of very few white people in our graduating class. I went to a magnet school in Kansas City. The magnet program bused the suburban kids into the inner city - yah I rode a short bus my freshman year - lol! Until they lost funding.

That's me on the left...this was after our Senior Pep Rally before Homecoming

My parents drove me, I caught a ride, or when I got older I drove my dads rusty Winnebago van 45 mins each way in rush hour traffic from Raymore to downtown KC. I'm still trying to figure out what my parents were thinking (but I guess gas was cheaper back then). Our school district lost accreditation the year after we graduated.

 I may not have had the best education, but I learned A LOT about life.

More than I could ever explain.

I married a black man when I was in the Marine Corps and had 2 beautiful children. We were stationed in South Carolina when I had Lexi. The state of SC says that your child's race on their birth certificate should be the same as the mother. So on paper, Lexi is white...






We had Xander in Kansas. The state of KS says that your child's race on their birth certificate should be the same as the father. So on paper, Xander is black...





We both agreed that we would not focus on what color they were. As they got older, all they knew is that everyone was different shades of brown. Now that they are both in school, questions have surfaced...especially during Black History Month.

I am proud to say that I have raised my kids to know each person for who they are instead of what color their skin is. We will talk about the sacrifices, the struggles, and the legacy of their ancestors when they are ready to understand. I want them to be proud of who they are, both black and white.

 May you always live free, without judgement...enough said!

SteFunny♥
Go Blue Eagles!