Melanin Mondays – Growing up black in suburban America

Knight Crier staff writer reflects on challenges she faced growing up in suburban PA

Courtney Rowland pauses for a picture with her brother Jason. Courtney is a senior at NPHS, and Jason is a 2015 grad now attending University of Michigan on a scholarship.

Courtney Rowland pauses for a picture with her brother Jason. Courtney is a senior at NPHS, and Jason is a 2015 grad now attending University of Michigan on a scholarship.

It wasn’t until my early childhood years, that I became exposed to the true realities of racism. Born and raised in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania — a suburb of Philadelphia, a heavily populated area, dominated by white folk. It was here, I spent class time learning about Benjamin Franklin, John D Rockefeller, and Richard Nixon, while icons such as Sojourner Truth, Nat Turner, and Harriet Beecher Stowe seemed often swept under the rug.

 

During my younger years, it slowly became clearer, and clearer, that a level playing field, simply was not an option for someone like me– a black privileged youth. An innocent game of I spy with my little eye turned awry. Me, along with my other classmates were casually calling out objects and colors and playing like little girls should, when my good friend proclaimed “I spy with my little eye something that is brown!” everyone paused and looked at me “Courtney!” they howled in hysteria, while I, a young black girl unaware of the racial breakdowns that surrounded me stood confused.

 

I spent my summer days traveling the world with my grandparents, a luxury, surprising to most, that I, a child of color, could have. Places like Haiti, Turks and Caicos, and Cozumel, were typical vacation spots for me and my family. I also spent an abundance of time at the Miles River Yacht club, and out boating with my grandparents. It was here, I was questioned while sitting on a dock admiring the pretty boats, “Do you belong here? No trespassers!” Was this because I was black? Yes. Inevitably, I started to make the connection of my skin color, to my success in modern day America.

 

Another common issue I face during my daily life is the unbelievable, jaw dropping success of my family. My brother, upon acceptance to University of Michigan– ranked #4 for top public universities by the US News, believe it or not, didn’t get a scholarship for basketball, football or any other sport for that matter.  He, out of his whole graduating class, was the only one to receive an acceptance letter, and gained entry because of pure academic excellence and for excelling in his studies. But man, if i had a nickel for every time someone asked me if he was in school for basketball, I’d be a trillionaire.

 

I wish I could tell you that as I got older things got better, and to this day, the strong seventeen-year-old black young woman I am today, I am still having issues with being confident in my own melanin filled skin. It’s hard being surrounded by people who are different than you, but that is what makes us all beautiful, for if everyone were the same the world would be a boring place.

 

If you are a young, black reader, I would like to leave you with this, people are always going to say or do things, racially speaking that are unfair, but no one is superior or inferior to you, everyone breathes the same air, and everyone is entitled to the same things that you are/ You’re just as important as the person who sits next to you in class, your sister or brother, or some random stranger. Color does not define us, character does.