I noticed recently that the above title was placed in ‘Hot off the Press’ before the year ended. As the comments were closed, it occurred to me that I could scroll through my posts and see which one was my favourite.
My favourite post I wrote in 2015 was about Rachel Dolezal – the controversial academic who pretended her way – by darkening her skin and braiding her hair – into being somebody she was not.
I liked the story simply because it forced me to delve into an aspect of my past which I had completely shut down. It was a painful time. Lots of bullying, unsympathetic parents and more importantly, not understanding who I was or the environment I was in. The quick response as to why this was, my parents shaped me into something they thought the world would find acceptable. If my P’s and Q’s were all in place, why shouldn’t I be able to get along? But little did they know that it caused an offence to those in our community and others. It seemed I was a stranger to them. Having said that, moving around with or hiding behind a set of girls I went to school with, made up for who I wasn’t. It helped me to cope. X amount of years on, there is a stronger sense of who I am and accepting who I am. There are no judgments or forced questions upon myself.
Re-reading this piece, forces me to travel back and confront all that went on. It also gives me satisfaction and relief. Maybe Rachel should be thanked for enabling me to do this.