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A Defining Moment: Racism and Double Consciousness

Being young, black and southern must be synonymous with experiences of discrimination, fear and hatred. Show me a young, black southerner who hasn’t had to deal with direct racism and I’ll show you a severely unaware individual. One of my earliest memories of racism came Halloween 1997. My mom had allowed me to go trick or treating with some kids who lived in a local housing project. My mother once taught the girl and she was close to my age.

Our small town—which was once voted best small town to visit—has always been, and still is, divided by a railroad. For their reasons, white people preferred to live separate from us. And even when black doctors and judges moved into their neighborhoods, they either move, or erect an enormous, thick cinder block wall to serve as a fence.

My mother dropped me off with this girl, her mother and a few other children. The girl’s mother told us that we were going trick or treating on the “other” side of town. She noted that they had “better” candy; however, I’m sure there was a thought about the “other side” of town being safer for us as well.

We stopped at an apartment building really close to Delta State University. Our small group walked up to one particular door and knocked. An old white, lady with grey hair opened the door. When she saw us, her mouth gaped open and she began throwing candy at us. She yelled, “y’all are not supposed to be over here!” Then, somehow she noticed me. A little fair-skinned  girl—I was much lighter when I was younger—with long, wavy hair (likely from my mother’s long “dookey” braids) and paused for a moment. She gave a sort of blank stare and then slammed the door shut.

This was one of the first moments that I realized how deep and serious this divide really was. It made me wonder. Why did she hate us so much? Was she scared? If so, why? We were just children hunting for candy. We weren’t trying to harm or scare anyone. This was when I started to realize that not all black children had the same experience. A part of me wondered why she paused and stared at me, before forcefully shutting her door.

This was a defining moment. It was when I began to realize I must be aware of my surroundings. I must be aware of myself and how others may perceive me. I learned that day, as a seven year old, that I must prove to the world that I should not be feared because of my identity and looks. #DoubleConsciousness

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Shera Phillips is a speaker, performance artist, poet and a writer who delves deep into the human spirit of resilience. She shares her stories in a way that people can understand and tells her experience in ways that stirs our souls.
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