she also shares a pivotal memory when she was about seven years old and was invited, along with a group of kids, to a birthday party. she was excited about the birthday cake.
“the best part of the birthday for a kid is the cake, right?” but when the cake came and was cut and handed out by the birthday child, she waited patiently for her piece. none came. she thought there must be a second cake coming out because why would she not get a piece of cake? the party was breaking up, and so she asked if she could have a piece of cake and was told no.
“and i said, ‘well, why?’ and they said, ‘well, because you’re black.’”
she was at the age when children start realizing their own identity and racial identity, unless they have a family where it is not well reinforced, like hers. her mom was an alcoholic single mother, and her dad was a jazz musician in vancouver whom she saw only rarely.
kerry left the birthday party and ran home distraught.
“in that moment, i was like, i don’t know what it means to be black, but it’s obviously bad because you don’t get cake. and so it took a bit to reconcile that,” she says, pointing out that children pick up messaging from the adults in their lives, books and cultural attitudes, so she didn’t blame the child.