Meet Rachel Dolezal. She’s the President of the Spokane, Washington chapter of the NAACP. There’s just one catch. She’s white, and she’s been masquerading as a black person (and not in the the Chet Haze way), according to her mother, who said that Dolezal has been “disguising herself” since 2006 when her family adopted four African-American children.
“It’s very sad that Rachel has not just been herself,” Ruthanne Dolezal said. “Her effectiveness in the causes of the African-American community would have been so much more viable, and she would have been more effective if she had just been honest with everybody.”
Here’s what Dolezal looked like as a child.
Here’s Dolezal boning what should be a very simple question, “Are you African-American?” It’s near the end, around the 8:10 mark. It’s when she’s shown a picture of her father. You’ll recognize the moment when you feel her heart falling into her stomach as her lie is revealed.
In case you can’t watch the video, here’s a transcript of the last few seconds:
“Are you African American?”
“I don’t understand the question.”
“Are your parents white?”
When asked by a reporter later, however, she did clarify her answer to that question by continuing not to answer it.
“That question is not as easy as it seems,” she said after being contacted at Eastern Washington University, where she’s a part-time professor in the Africana Studies Program. “There’s a lot of complexities … and I don’t know that everyone would understand that.
Are there really a lot of complexities to the answer? I mean, it’s a fairly straightforward question, unless of course she is falling back on the Chet Haze defense, which is basically, it’s not how you are born, “It’s about the culture you identify with. And can’t no one tell me what I can’t say.”
In her job with the city, she also identified herself as “white, black and American Indian in her application,” so I’m guessing she’s white on the outside, but in her heart, she’s African American. I get that! On the surface, I may look like a frat-boy Dad who drives a mini-van, but in my heart, I’m a natty movie geek with abs of steel who drives a car fueled by Kale.