I am a Black woman. I know my roots began in Africa. No, I do not run through the streets yelling I am African-American to proclaim my African ancestry. However, walking through the streets of America, I am reminded daily of my roots. I know that I am Black, but I am not conflicted about this unchanging, defining characteristic of myself. Not only are ethnicities so clearly divided within the social context of the United States, the history of this country also maintains clear separations between those of different ethnic backgrounds. In countries where the color lines are not so...