Your Stories

In addition to the series of videos, we are featuring personal stories that reflect the breadth of experiences in the United States. Welcome to this evolving page.
Because of the often painful subject matter, some of these stories include words that may offend readers.
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Kevin Nadal

New York, New York

“I’ll tell them I’m from New York, and they’ll say, ‘No, where are you really from?’”

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Taiyo Na

Brooklyn, New York

On trying to cope with a non-white nose.

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Why do I talk about racism with white people? Because I want to make people aware of everyone's inherent humanity.

Clay Rivers

Orlando, Florida

How I Talk to White People About Racism

As a black man, I’m not chomping at the bit to talk about racism with white people, but if asked, I’ll share my thoughts. In order for two Americans of different ethnicities to talk about racism, they both must—

speak to each other with respect and care

remain silent while actively listening

—if not, the…

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Edward Fidalgo

Miami, Florida

My name is Edward Fidalgo, I am a Medical Doctor in Miami, Florida. I was born and raised here. I have never felt any form of discrimination because of who I am, or how my surname is spelled. I have always felt welcomed everywhere . I don’t like the label “Latino”, I feel it does not apply to me. As far as I…

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Growing up Filipino, I was taught...

Jennica H.

Morton Grove, Illinois

Growing up Filipino, I was taught eternal and everlasting love through the belief of religion and the bond of family. The Asian community in general typically have large families that teach the same morals to their kids, grand kids, cousins, etc. What I noticed with these huge array of people though, is that it is not as culturally diverse. By that I mean,…

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Maya McCoy

Plantation, Florida

I never knew my grandfather; he died when I was just three. My memories of him are hazy, some constructed by flipping through old photo albums and watching grainy home videos, some peered at through the haze of seventeen years and the eyes of my toddler self.

I’ve always known that Papa was a member of the Bowling Green State University faculty. I…

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Bianca Frias

New York, New York

On being the only non-white person in dance class.

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I live in a country where 'race' is not an issue

Pablo

Argentina

I’m happy to say that I live in a country where “race” is not an issue… Not a big one at least. A great majority of the population descends from immigrants from all over the world, even if mostly of European origines. Traditionally schools where rigorously equalitarian in terms of race and culture. (Recently, though, a growing social discrimination prevails). Different origins were…

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Gary W. Daily

Terre Haute, Indiana

I attended Harper High School on Chicago’s southwest side. Gun deaths in the Harper neighborhood have kept headline writers, sociologists, and, so I hear, Spike Lee busy exploiting, studying, and trying to understand the tragic deaths of young people living close to my old school. Here’s a story from the old days of Harper High–1954-55 when I was a senior at…

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As the son of a brown Puerto Rican father and a Hungarian mother...

J.P. Rivera

Glen Cove, New York

As the son of a brown Puerto Rican father and a Hungarian mother, I had fair skin and dirty-blonde hair as a kid. One lazy Saturday afternoon I was in need of a quarter to replace the Spaldeen that had split in half from overuse. Knowing that Pops was in his favorite watering hole, I went to The Half-Moon to seek some small…

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Racism is something that should not be brushed off.

Jessica Gonzalez

Des Plaines, Illinois

Racism is something that should not be brushed off, instead it should be heard. People around the world do not like mentioning the topic of racism due to the bad mention of it. Each and everyday people face racism, some more than others. There are certain degrees to racism and at times some people do not realize that the words that come out…

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Anica

Chicago, Illinois

On being a Puerto Rican growing up in Chicago.

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She moved into an Assisted Living Facility and her first friend was Evelyn, and she was black.

Joyce

My mom, 2nd generation German/Hungarian grew up in northside Chicago. She never went to school, church or had any black friends. When she was almost 90, I moved to South Carolina and took her with us. She moved into an Assisted Living Facility and her first friend was Evelyn, and she was black. They were better than sisters. Evelyn…

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Will Cabellero

New York, New York

Feeling like race plays a factor in school.

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I'm a white female, 63 years old. When I was 11 years old, I was pinned down and raped by a young black man...

Elizabeth E

Minneapolis , Minnesota

I’m a white female, 63 years old. When I was 11 years old, I was pinned down and raped by a young black man, a stranger, while I was playing in a public park in suburban Pittsburgh. I didn’t tell anyone until I was in treatment for alcoholism at age 36.

When I was 23, I was robbed on the street in Princeton…

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Mark Randall

Minneapolis, Minnesota

On feeling discriminated against for being African American at work.

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Ron Barron

Youngstown, Ohio

In 1973, I went to work for the first black school superintendent in Ohio as his supervisor of school/community relations. He was inundated with challenges: local politicians tried to bribe him for control of the $49K annual budget; an elected Board of Education member (controlled by local and state politicians) slandered him on a local call-in radio program; a white group, Citizens for…

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Janel Martinez

New York, New York

A writer discusses what it means to look like a Black Latino.

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The conductor wanted us to move to the car ahead because we were in the colored car.

Ellen Davis Sullivan

Andover, Massachusetts

In the winter of 1963 my parents and I took a train home to St. Louis from visiting my grandparents in Miami. We’d flown down, but a plane crashed while were in Florida and my mother was too petrified to fly home. We stopped in New Orleans overnight to visit other relatives. The next day after we boarded a nearly…

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Steven Friedman

San Rafael, California

When I was in the 7th grade, our home room teacher was Black. She also taught us social studies. We are focusing on continents. So one day, in response to a question from a student, I blurted, “Well, Ms. McCall, you’d understand all about Africa.”

Later in the day, a classmate, who is white, approached me and said, “I can’t believe you said…

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I was a white squad leader from Minnesota and a squad member was a black kid from Philadelphia.

Dale

Naples, Florida

It was 1955 and Army advanced basic training at Ft Jackson SC. I was a white squad leader from Minnesota and a squad member was a black kid from Philadelphia. We had bonded naturally do when we finally got that one and only 3 day pass during basic and white and black soldiers were segregating for transportation Into nearby Columbia, I urged…

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That is not to say most officers are racist, they are not.

Alan Davis

Reston, Virginia

I am a retired officer from a large department in the northeast. Following over 20 years of service my experiences revealed a dominant and persuasive police culture that condones and rewards racist and gender violations on a significant scale. That is not to say most officers are racist, they are not. The systems and agency protocols from which they provide police service however,…

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A principle ranted in front of the class that he would leave before he would tolerate a black student in his class.

Allen Hurlburt

Tulelake, California

My anti-racial feeling started in the 3rd grade in 1950. A principle ranted in front of the class that he would leave before he would tolerate a black student in his class.

Today, 65 years later, I do not accept any racial comments or slurs without a comment that their attitude is wrong and harmful. I live in a rural, white…

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At six I ran with a crowd of my brothers down a walk between backyard garages.

Ann Curran

Child’s Play

At six I ran with a crowd

of my brothers down a walk

between backyard garages.

From the stair top looking down

on an alley, we shouted,

Graham crackers, graham crackers,

at colored kids playing ball.

White crackers, white crackers,

they screamed back. Then we bellowed

the sweet smear again. They edged

toward us. We ran in terror,

our hearts, feet—tripping,…

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I’ve been told I am a good leader and many people are friendly but there’s always this feeling I get of being different from ‘everybody else.’

Ayesha Karim

Princeton Junction, New Jersey

I am used to being one of few African Americans at the organization I volunteer with called NAMI. I have experienced good and bad experiences with my fellow volunteers and consumers. I am always aware that I chose to be a part of this organization but as I said I am one of few African Americans who are members of NAMI. I also…

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The driver, seeing Negros in the car, said he couldn't take them.

Jim Murray

Saint Paul, Minnesota

I was a nine-year-old boy in Illinois in 1939 when I was attracted to a gathering across the road where an accident involving an automobile had occurred. It had run into a ditch and the passengers were still inside. It took a moment to realize I was seeing Negros (blacks today), a rare event in my then neighborhood. Someone said an ambulance had…

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Frisly Soberanis

New York, New York

On not feeling like you fit in with “white society.”

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'Don't you get it? You're Jewish and I'm black,' said my assistant head nurse...

Margie

Boca Raton, Florida

In the mid 1970’s I was the head nurse on a surgical floor in a large university hospital in Manhattan. Our patients and families paid us many compliments, physicians did everything but bribe us to find a bed for their serious patients, but our lily white nursing supervisor could find nothing right in the care we gave.

“Don’t you get it? You’re Jewish…

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Growing up in Scranton was like living in the United Nations.

Paul Pekar

Italy

Growing up in Scranton was like living in the United Nations. There was just about every nationality in the world. My grandparents spoke the language of their homeland, modern day Slovakia. There were babuskas all over the city as well. I attended a Catholic school in the same building for 12 years from First Grade through Senior year. There was a ritual of…

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I'm pregnant and my first worry is what box will our child check for the ultimate 'race' question?

L. G. Quinonez

Wilmington, North Carolina

I’m pregnant and my first worry is what box will our child check for the ultimate “race” question? It stresses me to know that they will have to choose at all. But even so, he or she will have a 3rd generation Mexican with original Spanish heritage father, and a mother with German and English bloodlines back to Miles Standish, Daniel…

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In the African American community in my city, I've found many families headed by unmarried, unemployed females with no positive role model or support.

D. Herman

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Since 1969, I’ve worked in the schools of a large city, mostly with minority students. Being Caucasian, I have made friends with people of many backgrounds during that time. In the African American community in my city, I’ve found many families headed by unmarried, unemployed females with no positive role model or support. The stresses they experience are severe, including…

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Bonafide Rojas

New York, New York

A Puerto Rican in New York discusses being mistaken for having Middle Eastern heritage.

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There was a black student girl who sat next to me in my French II class.

Ailene Rogers

Centerport, New York

In 1953 when I was in 11th grade at Robert L Simpson High School in Huntington, New York, there were few black students and most of them were not in the college preparatory classes. There was a black student girl who sat next to me in my French II class. We became school friends and often lunched together. Her father…

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My life was and is not an integrated one.

Susan Ashman

PSL West, Florida

Grew-up in Connecticut suberb, worked in Private Banking, retired to gated Fla. community. My life was and is not an integrated one. I vote Democratic and love supporting programs that give opportunities to those who may not them; but, my life on a daily basis monochrmatic.

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The only black officer was a good looking, good humored bombardier with an unbelievable capacity to imbibe Johnny Walker.

Yehoshua Sharon

Israel

Many years ago, during the Korean War, the Officer’s Club on Kadena AFB, Okinawa, was the hangout for officers of the flight crews of the 370th Bomb Squadron. The bar was seldom empty when they were between missions. The only black officer was a good looking, good humored bombardier with an unbelievable capacity to imbibe Johnny Walker. His drinking…

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When I was 8, a black woman employed by my family sexually assaulted me and my sister.

Experienced

princeton, New Jersey

When I was 8, a black woman employed by my family sexually assaulted me and my sister.

My very upset mother still never spoke ill of black people, but like all white people, she benefited from blacks suffering. That is terribly wrong.

Today I am working for all women’s safety—all colors.

In the 68 years since those childhood sexual assaults, black women have…

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'You know, my Mom doesn't like white people'

Laure Julliard

Baltimore, Maryland

I never felt so white as the day a child, who had just gotten in a fight, said to me (as I was getting the phone to call her Mom): “You know, my Mom doesn’t like white people” .

It’s heartbreaking, but, I understand why.

How can you trust my kind? When your child’s school building is run down and the scarce books…

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He received 2 Life Sentences plus 100 years for 6 of those robberies.

Vandy Singleton

Sevier, Utah

I am not black but I am speaking for my husband, Lenny Singleton, who is black. I met Lenny in high school. We both attended a magnet school, created to help in the desegregation of America after the Tulsa Race Riots of 1921. I searched for Lenny for 28 years before finally finding him incarcerated in Nottoway Correctional Center in Burkeville, Virginia in…

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Michael Kearns

Los Angeles, California

After losing a lover to AIDS in 1992, I looked at my life and asked what was missing. I was HIV-positive and felt that I had accomplished many of life’s goals but the one thing missing was being a parent. I adopted a black baby when she was five months old and have raised her as a single white man; our family is…

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I visited a private resort with a group of African-American families in Kentucky.

Victor Ivy Brown

Wilmington, Delaware

I am compelled to convey to you something of which I was informed about fifty years ago when I visited a private resort with a group of African-American families in Kentucky. We were visiting from Missouri. One family conveyed to the rest of us an experience which they had the previous year, 1963, when taking a motor excursion through South Dakota from St.

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When I think of race I think of privilege.

Lizzie Roberts

Germany

When I think of race I think of privilege, and when I think of privilege I think of my cousin M and of that night in the Ford Taurus, when I learned that privilege is not just a lucky set of circumstances but also a film in someone else’s head, and a part we choose to play, if we’re lucky enough to get…

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‘Jewish’ isn’t a race,” she said, “it’s a religion.

Dina

San Francisco, California

In graduate school, I had a class titled “Issues in Ethnic and Cultural Competency.” For one of our first assignments, we were told to write about our ethnic or racial identity. After I turned in a paper about being Jewish, the lecturer seemed taken aback, and scolded me: “’Jewish’ isn’t a race,” she said, “it’s a religion.”

I had never really thought of…

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