by Sachi Feris This is an account of the daily opportunities I have to be race conscious versus “color blind” with my children. My 11-month-old baby loves ducks. So when he woke up fussy from a two-hour morning nap (on…
by Danielle Morgan Feris To introduce myself: Sachi Feris of Raising Race Conscious Children is my sister. I love her children, my four-year-old niece and ten-month-old nephew, more than anything. I am grateful that I get to help raise my niece…
by Sachi Feris The past 24-hours have been wrought with power struggles between me and my four-year-old, leading to emotions running high for both of us. In response to this, we have been brainstorming strategies for dealing with emotions of…
by guest blogger Jen Cort Dear Son, When you were younger, you came home from school upset because a teacher had said: “All of the Quakers were dead.” Being Quaker, you described feeling unseen and wanted me to correct the…
by Lori Taliaferro Riddick “He takes a circuitous route to hang up his coat to avoid them,” I told the head of the lower school. “That’s a good strategy,” he replied. And I sat there dumbfounded. Why should my child…
by Sachi Feris A friend had been staying in our apartment while we were on vacation and left some Disney-version fairytale books from her Spanish class for my then-two-and-a-half-year-old daughter. Among them, “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves” which my…
by Lori Taliaferro Riddick I have been told many, many times that my mom and I do not resemble each other. My mom has straight blonde hair, green eyes, and White skin while I have café au lait colored skin,…
by Sachi Feris Last Halloween, a friend posted this link on Facebook about child slave labor in the cocoa industry (in West Africa). As a chocolate-obsessed person, I was embarrassed that this injustice was not on my radar. Since then,…
by Sachi Feris A decade ago, I was in a car with my husband and two Argentine friends in downtown Manhattan. We slowed down to stop at a red light and saw two pedestrians waiting to cross the street, both…
by guest blogger Rhea St. Julien I’ve been with my husband, who is Black, for 15 years, but I have been White all my life. I still get things wrong, I still miss racist stuff, and I still don’t always…
