People | Generations

My Ancestors’ Mission to Lighten Our Bloodline Ends With Me

My kin may have erased themselves, but I won’t erase them. Just as I may be their wildest dreams, they are also mine.

I know they’re here. Come on.

The scissors.


I’m white, like my Almanda.

needed me to bring them home for her


When my mother shares that my birth father was half Black, Abuela will quiet her voice and respond, “No one will ever know.”


I’m white like my great-granddaughter