It is frequently believed that Biracial people with a White mother somehow grow up white, aligns with whiteness, and is inherently problematic. My story explains why we should not generalize based on parentage.
My mother is White. There is no mistaking whether she is white. She is ivory in color and socialized to discriminate against Black people.
For several years I did not speak to my Mother. I chose to distance myself from her for many reasons, the least of which was her racism. You may be wondering why racism is one of the minor reasons I chose not to stay in contact with her. At the age of 14, she abandoned me on the streets of NYC; however, that is not the story I am telling today. Today, I will tell you how my mother was a Karen who called the cops on me.