Although all-things “African” had been exalted in my house, this was not the case for project kids at P.S. 40, nor the “best of the brightest” at P.S/I.S. 308. It was at those places where I learned that there was a world’s difference between how we’re raised, and how we grow up.
Yahdon Israel writes a moving personal essay about his conflicting ties to his African descent as an American-born child over at The New Inquiry.