Dominicans know they’re Black, I don’t know why they deny it so much. I mean, look at your hair. Youmust be Black.” This and statements of similar sentiment have followed me my entire life. For years, I felt forced to identify with the Blackness that everyone else saw, but the self-loathing-filled lens I was using to view myself did not allow me to do that.
I spent most of my life proclaiming that I was not Black because I was Dominican. Now, I recognize that I am Black because I am Dominican. This process of decolonizing my identity has allowed me to identify as AfroDominican. Now, I am now confronted with, “You’re not really Black.”