What are my first memories of racism?

What are my first memories of racism?It depends on the kind because there's so many different kinds. There's a vast array, right? There's just feeling like looks were odd when I was a kid. Me being little and held by my dad. I think my dad got a lot of attention, especially when it's just the two of us, right? So this black man with this little white baby girl, and people are like."Does she belong to you?" But I know that I was protected from a lot of that, but I remember feeling the weirdness, right? But then there were things later on...There's this social media thing, 4th Freshest McCury. Interracial family. The youngest daughter, whose nickname is Pudge, came out a recessive gene wonder like me.I say in the play I mentioned how my brother was called names. I never was. I remember this kid called Kenny, who was a family friend, Kenny, and he called my brother the N word.I think they were younger than 10. Where did Kenny learn that? There were talks between the families, summit negotiations, all of that. And I think a mutual non-aggression pact was reached. But it was definitely icky. It's it's. There are a lot of families out there that have siblings of different skin tones.Even though I had a lighter skin sibling you might not get those words, you love your sibling and it those poison darts press into your skin as well.I’m Gin Hammond and I’m Living IncogNegro. I’m glad you’re here and we’re on this journey together. Learn more at LivingIncogNegro.com   / livingincognegrom    / livingincognegromovie   Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.