How My Lunch Table Became a Space for Community Among Multiracial Students

Picture of me at seven years old. Photo courtesy of Natasha Akery.I didn’t know I was biracial when I was a kid, but I knew I was different. I grew up on the coast of South Carolina with church steeples on the horizon and Spanish moss hanging from large live oak trees.

How My Lunch Table Became a Space for Community Among Multiracial Students

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