“The first few times I was told I “acted white” I was terribly confused. A dark-skinned girl, no one could ever mistake me for being other than black; I knew I was black and had no idea how I could act otherwise. When I tried to act differently (dropping a few g’s, placing hands on hips), I was rightfully taken to task for being inauthentic by my family and friends. What made the accusation of “acting white” doubly confusing and absurd was that prior to the Double Dutch verdict, I had endured my share of racial epithets in both my New York city elementary school and in the rural Pennsylvania town where my family owned a country home.”
Am I Black Enough For You? by Retha Powers