Half-breed. Oreo Cookie. Suzy Q. These are a few of the names the bullies spewed her way. Did she cower? Sometimes. Did she cry? A lot. Did they win? No. Come along for the reading ride as author, Kori D. Miller, describes her life as an interracial woman in the United States, from grade school in the 70’s to college in the late 80’s, and beyond. You’ll laugh. You might cry. And, you might get as ticked off as she did. In the end, you’ll discover that she’s a lot like you.
Okay, that’s the sales copy, and it’s not too bad. Here’s the deal — no one can really tell you what it’s like to walk in their shoes, but this is my attempt.
This book isn’t for you if you can’t handle reading my truth. That’s what you need to remember. This is a book of essays spanning more than 25 years that gives insights into experiences as far back as when I was in first grade. It covers the 70s, 80s, 90s, and present decade.
I wrote this book for a few reasons, none of them having anything to do with making money from it. Here they are in no particular order:
- To help other mixed-race kids understand that someone who came before them, gets it. I mean really gets it. When you decide to buck a racist, bigoted system and stand up for who you are, it ain’t easy. That’s what happens when a mixed kid decides to walk the line between their two racial identities. It’s easier to live according to “how you look” and “where you fit” than to accept and fight for your own identity. But it’s okay to take on that fight.
- To help my very white-looking children to understand who I am, who they are, and how important it is for them to own their identity. They need to know that because they look white, they’ll be treated better than if they look like me, or some of their other family members, and that’s simply wrong. I also wanted them to know that other people might treat them badly because of me. We live in a racist, bigoted country. To deny this experience is to live a complete lie. And I can’t do that.
- To learn how to publish an ebook. My original attempt was in 2011 and I fumbled through the process, not sure exactly what to do or how to do it. But I’m glad I did. The formatting of my first book sucked. I’ve improved a great deal since then.
So there you have it. I’m optimistic about the future — most of the time. And I’m a realist all of the time.