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Candi Fulcher
As a young child, I had no frame of reference for “other.” Where I grew up everyone was like me, they played outside till the street lights came on, got their hair pressed in the kitchen for church on Sundays, and when playing tag tried their hardest not to be it. But in the second grade, I learned what “other” was and I was it.
In second grade, my family moved to a predominately white neighborhood, where I was one of five Black students in my school. While I focused on how different everyone acted, they were focused on how different I appeared. For my peers the largest difference was not my skin but my hair. They were amazed by my versatility. They could not understand that in one month’s time, I would have braids, twist and even hair as long and as straight as theirs.
