Speaking of my Oakland County days, a few months ago I came across this photo on Abagond’s blog:
When I saw this photo I saw myself in it. Kind of. For me, I could have been that speck of color in a group photo of friends going to a high school dance as easily as in posing for a family reunion photo. And I suppose that’s the difference. I don’t think I look much more awkward than the typical teenager in the photo below. Not that I don’t look awkward, good lord the dress, but I’ve got nothing on the guy in the picture above.
Perhaps that’s because when (half the time) you’re the only “black” kid in your family as well, there’s less propensity to be so fraught with anxiety in similar social situations.
Maybe there’s an extra layer of ease that comes with the inner-knowing that, no matter who recognizes it or doesn’t, you belong. Given, of course that one is able to hold on to the truth that she belongs amidst the many dissentient voices.
can hardly imagine what it was like for this little dude in 1937
mulatto diaries 
I spent half my childhood in a small city & the other half in a major city. I’ve been the only black kid and then I’ve also been in a class with majority blacks. So I guess I’m used to being the only black kid and being around diversity
I love your colorful dress Tiffany.
Because segregation didn’t happen then I’m sure that’s a class full of bye-racial children and the rest poor Irish/gypsies.