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"Back in the segregated days when calling someone an Oreo carried significant resonance, black culture seemed more clearly defined. It could be boiled down to where one lived, one's pastimes and politics. Mostly, though, it was overwhelmingly rooted in a struggle for equality and dignity and in a shared history.
For a certain generation of middle-class blacks who sent their children to prestigious, predominately white universities, the worry was not of their kids failing but of their succeeding and being perceived as having forgotten their roots. It is as if they fear blackness is as fragile and ephemeral as a dandelion puff. "
-Robin Givhan, Washington Post
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