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I didn’t come here to party

It’s Women’s History month which follows Black History month and I have noticed that people are coming to the website and reading the posts, and going to the Facebook page and LIKE’ing what is posted there, and they are retweeting and repinning from our sites and yet, the audience is silent while the intention of this website/blog is to incite a conversation.

Surely, I’m not saying everything we need to know about undoing racism and raising a child of the new millennium, because I have mostly posted about the white and black experience, about my experience, not the biracial, not the multiracial, not the Asian American, Native American, and Other American experience.

I wake up and go to sleep thinking that I could be talking about unlearning racism, relearning feminism, while moving towards acceptance 24/7 and still wouldn’t have enough hours in the day. I read an article about standard beauty – apparently we are all genetically coded to behold the same vision of beauty because it brings us ground zero back to the African savannah where we all began. We all began.

Not just black people, people.

Since we started as one, why are we many, why do these defining characteristics continue to split us (three to four races and 5,000 ethnicities (as of 1998),  instead of connect us.

When Malcolm X traveled to Mecca, he realized we are one not two or more, there is no dividing line in humanity, only in politics and culture. Read: Man goes on journey, comes home changed. Forever.

This site, Transracial Parenting, hopes to move this conversation further, to sweep up in it all people who feel or perceive other, who want to connect, to heal. No one needs to put on their color-blind glasses here, no one needs to pretend that racism is not the foundation of every American institution, AND, YES, we will speak about what connects us and makes us stronger.

But readers, I didn’t come here to party, I came here to talk – so who are you? How has racism affected you directly, today, when you were young, at work? What have you done about it? How has parenting affected you directly? What have you taught your children or learned from them?

Speak to me. This is not a bound book that has a beginning and end. This is a conversation that is open to all of us, change is open to all of us.



by Rachel Dangermond

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