: I was born into the Black Community. My first Black memory (more image than memory) is of celebrating Kwanzaa with my father as a toddler; so to be Black, for me was always very natural..
I remember when I stopped being Black. Sometime around the establishment of King Day, I became 'African-American'. Ironic, because I never considered myself African and always knew I wasn't fully American. So, now, some 25 years later, I'm neither Black nor African-. I am -American:
