So who wants to hear about my obsession with being black?
Well, here goes.
Sometimes I get carried away with my deep love for all things black and forget that I’m not black myself. Saying "yo" and "homie" doesn't make me black. Being called a “wigger” throughout school because of my unfashionable embracing of hip-hop (particularly Run DMC and Public Enemy) doesn’t make me black. Wearing Fubu doesn’t make me black. Identifying with black folks doesn’t make me black. Wanting to be black most of my life doesn’t make me black. Nothing will ever make me black. Although, when I first learned that my grandmother had been adopted and learned, further, that she had no idea who her birth parents were, once the initial shock wore off, I immediately started fantasizing that, somewhere in my bloodline, I might have some black in me, as it would explain a lot.
