To describe something as being black and white means it is clearly defined. Yet when your ethnicity is black and white, the dichotomy is not that clear. In fact, it creates a grey area.

Just as black and white, when mixed, make grey, in many ways that's what it did to my self-identity: it created a murky area of who I was, a haze around how people connected with me. I was grey. And who wants to be this indifferent colour, devoid of depth and stuck in the middle? I certainly didn't.

Black and white creates a strange dreamscape that color never can.

There's so much grey to every story - nothing is so black and white.

Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.

No person is completely wicked, just as no person is perfect. We are all grey