By Janice Hayes Kyser
“Say It Loud, I’m Black and I’m Proud,” was an anthem for the civil rights generation. As a seven year old it was also my favorite song. “You ran around the house singing at the top of your lungs,” my Dad recently recalled. “Your mother and I would get the biggest kick out of your squeaky voice and serious expression.”
It sounds funny now, and it must have been hilarious then, but from an early age, this daughter of a white Brit and a Black Alabaman, wanted everyone to know I was Black and proud.