My Daughter Worried Her Siblings Would Dislike Her Because of Her Skin Color

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I was furious—honestly, there aren’t enough words to capture my feelings when my daughter came home from school in tears and hesitated to explain why. My mind raced with possibilities; perhaps she was being bullied or excluded by a group of kids. I braced myself for that. But as she sat in the back of my SUV, tears streaming down her face, her reason for crying shattered my heart and ignited my anger at the same time.

I’ve always aimed to cultivate a home that serves as a sanctuary for my kids—a place where they can escape the chaos of the outside world. As a multiracial family, my children have always been aware of race in some way. They’ve grown up believing that love, peace, and harmony among all races is the norm. Sadly, the reality is much different. When my daughter asked me, “Will my brothers hate me when they grow up?” I was blindsided by her explanation.

Her first-grade class had just wrapped up a unit on the civil rights movement, covering figures like Martin Luther King Jr. and discussing the harsh realities faced by minorities. She had absorbed the lesson that white people historically harbored animosity towards black people. In her innocent 6-year-old mind, that translated into a fear that her brothers, who appear white, would eventually come to hate her.

I fought back tears, paused for a moment, and bit my lip to keep my composure in front of her. For the first time, she realized that she was different from her brothers—not just different, but that there was something about her that made her feel inferior. It took me back to when I first experienced that unsettling realization. At 14, while walking home through an all-white neighborhood, a police officer stopped me and demanded to check my violin case. I was terrified, fearing that any wrong move could escalate the situation. The only “crime” I committed was walking in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Over the years, I’ve been stopped in stores, questioned about items I merely picked up to examine. I learned early on to be cautious about what I touched and to avoid carrying a large purse. I’ve never stolen anything, yet I’ve faced accusations more times than I can count. This led me to adapt my behavior in public to avoid drawing attention, blending in to escape scrutiny. And now, here was my daughter, learning the same painful lessons at just six years old.

When I turned to her and wiped away her tears, I assured her that her brothers would never hate her. She asked me, “Why do people hate those they don’t know?” I told her honestly that I didn’t know, as that’s a question I’ve grappled with my entire life. I’ve never understood the roots of racial hatred, and I wish my daughter didn’t have to navigate a world where she fears her siblings could dislike her for something as trivial as skin color—only for stealing their Legos, maybe!

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In summary, it’s heartbreaking to see our children grapple with the realities of race and acceptance at such a young age. My hope is that they will grow up in a world that embraces love and understanding rather than division and hatred.