Gone are X-Acto knives and fax machines but not our truth-telling mission

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An interview with the author of ‘Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen: The Emotional Lives of Black Women’

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It’s disrespectful that three survivors are still living in poverty with no reparations in sight

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Because a lot of the time, the publisher’s advance just doesn’t cut it

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Coming from a multiracial background can leave some students feeling isolated

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Radical changes in U.S. demographics are reinventing what it means to be multiracial

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Proving who you are, and having others accept you as such, can be frustrating

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Hint: It’s not where you might expect

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In this intimate Q&A, three authors discuss how they’re changing the narratives about people of color

ZORA: T. Kira, your book, “Long Live the Tribe of Fatherless Girls,” isn’t just about race. It’s about loss, addiction, sexuality and sexual violence, gender, power, and so many other issues. But I want to focus on race here for a minute.

Growing up in Boca Raton, Florida, your friends called you “Kinky Chinky.” Your mother, Lokilani, cursed in Chinese. Your grandmother visited from Hawaii. Your mixed-race heritage wasn’t a secret, but nor was it explicitly acknowledged or discussed in your family. People wondered if you were “a mutt from China, or Cuba, or Mexico, or Samoa. Nobody can be sure.” Did your parents ever talk to you frankly about race?

T. Kira Madden: My parents were just: “This is the way it is. We don’t see color.” They were kind of oblivious about that. I was raised in a predominantly White, privileged community. There were no other people who looked like me. My best friend was Black and she was the only Black girl in school. I was the only Asian girl. We would often sort of practice racial slurs with each other as preparation for when other people said those things to us.

Kristal Brent Zook

Award-winning journalist. Women, social justice, race, health, spirit. kristalbrentzook.com authory.com/KristalBrentZook @HofstraU

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