Between the family sitcoms and commercial breaks, there were brief seconds when the screen would go black, and I would see my reflection in the television screen. It was then that I knew I would never get to experience the heady highs of Caucasianism. My skin was so black. I could barely make out my features in the darkness of the glass. I was just eyes looking in on a world that I’d never be invited to join. In those seconds, I wondered if Blackness was responsible for inferiority or if God just made those who were inferior Black.
