… as a Person of Color
My hair is black, my eyes are brown and my skin…
brown?, red?, hispanic/latin?
Like I said in “Who Am I?”, my decision to start a website was after I read Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. That is why I will post quotes from the book and ideas that she mentioned there. I am not trying to copy her. I just want to share my experience and I know there are a lot of people like me and I would love to hear their stories.
While eagerly reading every page I started to develop a new passion, a new appreciation of a concept that I have never took the time to analyze: Race.
Race is defined as a group of people identified as distinct from other groups because of supposed physical or genetic traits shared by the group. A group of people united or classified together on the basis of common history, nationality, or geographic distribution.
In my country we are all the same. Argentina was colonized in the 16th century by Spain, and later there was also a big Italian immigration. They were white, so I never had the idea of considering myself as someone non-white. I thought there were only two races: the antagonism between black&white was the only thing I could think about.
Juani Manzo 