Or did Mom decide I needed these dolls?
And, if that was the case, why, exactly, did she feel I needed them?
Now, upon having questions about my identity and my family’s identity, provoked even further by Bliss Broyard’s book, “One Drop,” suddenly, these dolls took on more importance.
Again, it comes back to context.
I was a little girl, raised by a “white family,” living in a “small, white, rural town.” At that time, no black people lived IN that small town. NONE. All my little white playmates played with white baby dolls and white Barbie dolls…
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