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I am not a black or an African . I am not even a white person. I am an American Indian. I was born in the South in the United States and lived in the West, in Colorado, Texas, and Arizona before moving to Florida in 1996. The following is my account of how I became an afronative.I was born in vivastreet pakistani New York to a family of Jamaican descent, as they still are. My father and my brother both came from Jamaican families in the Caribbean. In the early 1960s, I moved with my family to Miami and my older brother, his wife, and I moved to Las Vegas. I lived in a little apartment in the middle of nowhere until I got married and went to school. I was the youngest in the family at 19, so my parents were very busy and didn't have much time for me. I was just a kid, so they didn't teach me a lot of things. They didn't even teach me to read, so I didn't have much to do. I used to get mad at them for taking so much time from me, but eventually I got used to it and learned to do everything. When I got married, my dad and my brother, who were cousins, were married and living in Hawaii, so they left the house when we were there. They didn't have a car, so they went around by carpool, and we would take a bus or bike to school. When my parents went to Hawaii, my dad drove a car, so he would take me to school on the bus. We would ride to school by bus because there weren't any streetcars. In a way, it's like the most normal thing in the world. We'd get there by car and then take a taxi or the bus.

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