I'm a biracial child born in the early 60s - what I suffered because of this destroyed my true identity because of being ostracized by family, some friends and the system of that time due to my roots and the color of my skin and the length of my hair. Now almost 6 decades later I have learned what it is to be free within my own skin. Me and many others. The anger I held was released upon my white skinned mother's death bed 2 weeks ago and this all too has passed. Whatever life I have left, is to be who I am meant to be. A creation of God from the one and only race the Human Race.