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Dolls Can Tell Secrets

 

    Dolls can tell secrets. I know this sounds crazy, but its true. When I was a kid I had alot of barbie dolls, most of them were white. I would sit happily in my room for hours talking to them and brushing their silkey hair. Then one day when I was four, my step-grandmothet  bought me a black barbie doll. I thought she was ugly, she had dark skin and jacked up hair, that looked as if someone just stapled her hair on her head. I know my grandma just wanted me to embrace my black side by giving me the doll, but it didn't help me mently at all. I nevered played with her, and if I did I usually made her the enemy. My  Great-Aunt who is biracial didn't like black people because they mistreated her when she was a child. She use to tell me not to play with them. This made me hate myself because part of me is black.  Also, the kids at school use to tease me and beat me up because I have a rainbow background : Native american, black, french, and creole.

     When I was ten all of this hatrid melted away when I got a barbie doll named Imani for Christmas. She was beautiful, I love her chocolate brown skin and long dark hair. I even introduced her to my other dolls and they all became friends. When i was thirteen I finally let go and put my dolls in the attic. They are in a large box, closed with duck tape. My secrets are buried in their minds. If any one opened it, I bet my dolls would blurt out everything. Especially that ugly doll, she would have some horrible stories to tell, which is all about her days in crib-jail.

joon joon 18-21, F 6 Responses Oct 17, 2007

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First i want to tell you… i saw this story but didnt get to read it because my phone lost service. When my phone had service again i went searching for this story all over this cite! Ugh! I must say it was worth it!
Thank you for this post :)

thanks for this post. i identify with it some what. i played with dolls as well they were my best friends. When my uncle gave my cousin a black doll for xmas and me a white one. I was angry and upset. I thought she was the most beautiful thing in the world and began to dislike my white dolls. Like you have put them all way and wonder what secret they hold. as a child we identify with our toys. so happy that todays generation has a lot to choose from.

I loved your doll story, especially the idea that they hold secrets. Another story many women of color can share is the "time to get your hair combed" trauma when we were really little with beautiful chemical-and-heat-free hair that had a life of its own, and our little box of barrettes. Eventually, we all graduate to the beauty parlor, which is another cultural story all its own...

I loved your doll story, especially the idea that they hold secrets. Another story many women of color can share is the "time to get your hair combed" trauma when we were really little with beautiful chemical-and-heat-free hair that had a life of its own, and our little box of barrettes. Eventually, we all graduate to the beauty parlor, which is another cultural story all its own...

There were no good looking black dolls when I was very young.Although, there is a rainbow of colors in my family I am not one of them. So I wanted a doll that looked like me. Every doll that did not was tossed on the floor or secretly sent to the furnace. I finally did get a doll that looked like me. It was a wonderful experience. I can still remember her/his name and how good it felt to put clothes on it and hold it.

Such a beautiful story thank you for sharing. I never thought of my dolls that way. I am white and over half American indain. I also had all white dolls when I was growing up but it would have been nice to have an indain doll maybe. My daughter has had all colors of dolls. I also wanted her to know we are all the same.