I'm certainly at the point of allowing myself to question my racial persuasion. I don't how to identify myself anymore. My loyalty to blackness is dissipating, mostly because there doesn't seem to be any cure for what ails the black condition in America, a disease characterized by the ignorance and self-destructiveness that disgusts me.
I've never confronted this dilemma before because I rejected the idea of a black person wanting to be white. I always found oreo types obnoxious and pathetic. Now I know it's possible to circumvent the negative stereotypes of both blackness and whiteness, and that it is all about one's frame of mind.
Currently, I just want to be me, to embrace what I relate to in both races. From what I know of my ancestry, I have the bloodlines to legitimately do this. Even my appearance is hybrid. I have fair skin but my hair is not straight and my features not particularly keen. I am also "bilingual", able to speak in both the black and white syntax. But I remain in the limbo of a society that categorizes people by entrenched standards. Because I am in retreat, however, this ambivalence is no big deal.
Were I young and still out there in the mix, what would I do? This I know for sure; I would never exorcise my black soul.