Today’s Guest Blooger is Samantha Ivee. I’ve known Sam for a couple of months now. She has a great future ahead of her. I know she will have a major impact on people lives. Enjoy. ~ K
Black Vs. African American
My mother was born and raised in Chicago IL the south side to be specific, my grandmother born in Mississippi, so I ask you how that makes me African American.
A few weeks ago I was leaving my school campus racing to the brown line in hopes to make it on time for dinner with a close friend of mine. Sweat dripping from my brow I leap for the train. My heart attempts to catch up, as I plop down in the seat. A young woman who appeared to be of Middle Eastern decent behind me, taps my shoulder. I slowly turn around and look at her in curiosity.
“I’m from Egypt I just moved here, and I want to know what products you use to put in your hair” she asks.
“Eco Styler Gel” I respond with a smile.
“Are you biracial” she asks confused.
“No both my parents are Black,” I say.
“You shouldn’t call yourself Black, your African American” she said angrily.
I have never been a person who has referred to myself as African American because I feel the correct definition of an African American is a person who was born in the continent of Africa and moved to America, those people should be called African American in my opinion. My grandmother was from this country and my mother as well, as much as I hate to say it I am just a plain American born and raised. My skin color is Black and that is how I choose to describe myself.