RACE: Are We So Different? may not be here at the History Colorado Center any longer—the exhibit, which was produced by the American Anthropological Association left on January 4—but that doesn’t mean we’re done talking about race and its implications. Race is always a topic of discussion in the United States and the world, for that matter, particularly within the last year, and as a history organization, it’s part of who we are to think and talk about how our country’s ever-changing cultural attitudes affect how we see and preserve the past. Indeed, there’s no better time to continue the conversation than on Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. Continue reading “More Than Just a Piece of Paper: Why the Winks Lodge National Register Amendment Matters”
At five years old, my family moved to a new apartment complex in Las Vegas, Nevada. As we carried our boxes through the parking lot, around the corner and up the stairs, I saw a girl my age watching from the grass field at the center of the complex. Jessica had big curly hair, dark skin and a contagious smile—we became instant friends. We shared sleepovers and family meals and loved every minute of our time playing together.
“But I thought it wasn’t polite to talk about someone’s race; why are you asking me to talk about it?” This is one of the many questions I often get from both kids and adults when I suggest that we (parents, caregivers, teachers, etc.) talk to each other and especially to the younger people in our lives about race. Continue reading “How to Talk to Your Kids About Race”
Walking into the RACE: Are We So Different? exhibit at History Colorado, I was already aware that race is not a scientific fact. Some things that impact us greatly disappear the closer we examine them. Race is one of those things. The exhibit explains why we look different based on geography. That reminded me of writer Maya Angelou, who visited Africa and found people who looked just like her—they had her hips, smiles and eyes. Continue reading “Winning the Ovarian Lottery: One Community’s Look at Race and Privilege”
The first time someone was curious about my skin color, I was 4. It was in kindergarten when I got approached with the question, and my answer was, “I am grey.”
Living in a household with a white father and a black mother helped me jump to the conclusion that grey was, without a doubt, my race. I wish things were that easy from there on. Continue reading “Race: The Invisible Rainbow”