Honoring Black History With a Gray Life

By Guest Writer Caila Lane

I was born to a white seventeen-year-old mother in the Midwest at the tail-end of the 80’s. My father is a black man. They met at a party, had a one-night stand, and I was the inconvenient result. Of course, no one has ever claimed this, but when I put myself in their shoes, I know that’s exactly how my life began.