My white racism experience
Here is a photo of my skin for reference
OK please read this part. It’s important. I am not white I am black. more accurately, I am African-American Indian My father is African-American, Indiana, and my mother is African-American. My father’s family seems to be split into half of them are either extremely fair skin or extremely dark skin. There is no in between my father is extremely fair skin. My mother is a caramel zone EyeKeem out looking like my father fair skin, which wasn’t a problem for a very long time until I started school or middle school more exactly for all the schools I have attended I’ve always gone to predominantly black schools because I live in Detroit a predominantly Black neighborhood and because kids are mean I got called out for being one of the more fair skinned people at the school. There was maybe one or two white kids at our school and then like a handful of five just very light skin kids. it does not help that not only did my mother work at the school for a very long time but also my father comes around yearly for activities since I was in about the fourth grade yet I am repeatedly and constantly called white bus by my friends by people, I don’t know by enemies ok not enemies, but people I don’t like I am treated different because of my skin color. I never in 1 million years thought that other Black people even black children would discriminate against someone with a lighter skin tone. Like how does that even make sense and I think it’s so funny when they say I can’t be black because oh I never use the N-word if I did I’d get jumped. How are you as a very clearly black person discriminating against someone else because of their skin color!? I don’t know any advice on how to deal with this?