Upon reading Nicole’s entry for the Tales from the 2.9, I felt we shared many commonalities in our lives—a lack of Black peers in our lives due to lifestyle choices from our Caribbean immigrant parents. Doing things thought “not Black enough” by family and friends, losing street credibility to things like figure skating and spelling bees.
In fact, though many of us are Canadian born and bred in 2017, we still have a hard time integrating into the lifestyles full of Canadian ideals prescribed to us through our popular culture.
Feeling torn between two identities is something that isn’t foreign to me—or any other Black Canadians, I wager—and while the struggle between “too Black” and “not Black enough” might not be resolved with my generation, I fight the ongoing fight to help my kids needing to struggle with the same.
Enjoy today’s read and I’ll catch you tomorrow!
What does being Black Canadian mean to you?
It means holding two identities in my head at once. I see myself first, as sharing the same racial identity as African descendants from all over the world. I am an African first. Secondly, my culture is Canadian. I was born here and raised here. The Canadian way of living and thinking about the world influences much of what I do. Multiculturalism, winter sports, feminism, Tim Horton’s and a quiet modesty are the Canadian values I hold dear.