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kerry cavers remembers the paperboy in her hometown of tsawwassen, a suburban community in the greater vancouver area where she grew up. he was a little older than she was and a familiar figure in the neighbourhood. he kept telling kelly that she was adopted because she didn’t look like her mother, who was white.
the community was predominantly white and affluent, and kelly was biracial and had a darker skin tone.
“he repeated that narrative over and over and over again because i didn’t look like my mom. and so to him, he didn’t understand it, and he really believed it. he didn’t understand how genetics work,” kerry says, explaining events that had a lasting mark on her life and outlook.
how racism unravels identity and relationships
“that impacted my own sense of identity and my relationship with my mom, because then i was questioning if i was adopted and if she was lying to me. there was a period of time where i was convinced that i was adopted,” she said of the pain caused by the boy’s lack of understanding. she says she doesn’t hold his comments or his ignorance against him, but it still hurts.
“so for me in school, i was one of the only black kids and a handful of racialized kids,” she says. “my story is not atypical.”
she also shares a pivotal memory when she was about seven years old and was invited, along with a group of kids, to a birthday party. she was excited about the birthday cake.
“the best part of the birthday for a kid is the cake, right?” but when the cake came and was cut and handed out by the birthday child, she waited patiently for her piece. none came. she thought there must be a second cake coming out because why would she not get a piece of cake? the party was breaking up, and so she asked if she could have a piece of cake and was told no.
“and i said, ‘well, why?’ and they said, ‘well, because you’re black.’”