African American Healthy Self-Esteem

I remember it like it was yesterday at three years old watching the Brady Bunch and how stable that white family appeared to be. They lived in a big house, had both parents together, and seem to have enough resources to abundantly accommodate every family member. Mentally I contrasted this with my reality of our small apartment consistent instability and of course a prominent family member missing. I remember saying to my brother Glen, I wish I were White. I did not realize it at the time but my