1) growing up in the burbs helped me cause I was able to have the advantage of going to good schools (attended private schools from grade school to even college....for a year..lol). Also like
@Colicat said I stayed a kid and didn't grow up too soon. I wouldn't trade my childhood or teenage years for the world.
It hurt me cause I'll say I ended up growing up kind of spoiled with kind of an unrealistic sense of the world that shattered as I got older...especially in regards to race. We were surrounded by tons of whites, asians, indians, etc. I had an awareness of my blackness in regards to being different on an individual level but not in the broader scope of society. I kind of had this view of myself as white in my younger years...As in I was a this token black guy that somehow was impervious to the greater effects of racism mainly because I didn't have a real idea of it. As well, my folks are Nigerian and West Indian and they had some indifference towards African Americans. Part of me thinks they tried to separate ourselves from AAs (they didn't want us listening to hip hop they yelled at me for sagging my pants, they told us only "gang members" did that...but this was in the 90s when that was just the style back then. Skaters, ravers, alt kids were all about that). This hurt me and my siblings because it gave this idea to separate ourselves from people that we could identify with. Luckily the older I got the more black folks I surrounded myself by...my older sister however still has that mentality and has no friends at all let alone black friends.
It wasn't until I got older that I saw that my parents and their mentality failed us as we got older. They thought that sending us to good schools and telling us to go to college would be it. They didn't prepare us for the workforce after college at all nor did they even try to give us an idea how being black would play it's role in it in the future. I personally attribute this to their cultural differences that they were unable to gage the American environment for us to navigate in it. Which probably is the reason why I'm at where I'm at now with the successes I've had and where my older sister is. I use her as an example because my parents always coddled her and gave her so much attention and I didn't even get half of that growing up. They would Always yell at me and we constantly have spats and disagreements and arguments. Whereas they seemed to worship the ground that my older sister walked on.
Here I am at 30. Probably not where I want to be. But hell...I hosted three radio shows on three well known radio stations, have played live promoting my own music in nyc, pittsburgh, down south, Have had several jobs, live in new York now. I struggled on my own...made 9th through with some help...but really I had nothing and no one. Whereas all my white peers had all the assistance and perks and everything that comes with white privilege. I had to find out how cruel the world was to us on my own and I'm still here.
Her? Shell be 34 this year. Living at home since dropping out of Columbia pre med back in 2005. All she does is cook, clean, and watch tv. Hasn't had a job in seven years. Imo. ..she's a failure.