Tar-baby, blackie and midnight were just a few chosen words used to hurl insults my way as a young girl growing up. But it really wasn't until I moved from the islands to the Bronx in the late 80s that my deep copper pigmented skin became the main subject of what we know to hold true of colorism. Honestly, when I initially set out to write this post---it was intended solely for black women, but the perils of colorism isn't exclusive to the black race. It's global. It's multi-cultural. It's pandemic. Just check the sale numbers on skin bleaching creams in Jamaica, India or Japan.You see, whether it's when your Indian-American neighbor pleads with her 6 year-old daughter to shelter...
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