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Continuing my family’s legacy of advocacy

The first time I learned that I was different was in 7th grade. My cheerleading coach retired, and we all re-auditioned to stay on the team for the new coach. I was the only person who wasn’t invited to re-join the team. I was also the only black girl on the team.

I was devastated. My parents, on the other hand, were ready. They went straight to the school and filed a complaint. The school asked the coach why I didn’t make the team, and the coach couldn’t give one good reason. Not one. The principal vetoed the coach’s decision, and I was reinstated onto the team. I also got the talk from my parents, about how we were different from our otherwise very white town in the Pacific Northwest and what that meant for our futures.

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Reka Robinson