I’m a white woman who dated a Black Panther. I could have been Rachel Dolezal.

I never told people I was black, but I felt like I was something other than white

By Hannah Miet

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In 2006, I joined a circle of Black Panthers and other minority activists. I went to weekly meetings in neighborhoods that white people avoided — South Bronx, Flatbush, and Bedford-Stuyvesant — accessorized with headscarves and painted wooden bangles. I had internal monologues about “our” struggle and protested against police brutality as if I, myself, were a victim of racial profiling.