Can Racial Trauma/Racism Be Inherited?

A Child’s Story

Around 6 years old, I was in a new school in Florida. We had moved from New York to “start over”. The only thing that stood out about my first day, was loneliness. I was a new student who looked different. During recess I tried to play with the other kids, but it was clear none of them wanted to play with me. I was told to sit on the bench and wait for them to call me over. And no one did. I sat on a bench the entire recess and cried as children played around me. The teacher never approached nor did my classmates. I, for this group, essentially did…