I am a white woman living in a predominantly black area of the South, the Deep South, and I am constantly asked what my experience is like when I am called a nanny.
I’ve heard it said to me, “If you don’t look like a nann, you’re not a nanna.”
And, in my experience, that’s true.
In a lot of black communities, I don’t have a choice.
It’s not a matter of if I’ll have to get married to a black man, but how.
The way I see it, the only way you can be black in the Deep Southern United States is to look like an African American man.
So, I ask myself, what is the value of looking like a white man?
In the Deep Southerners, a black woman is considered a nameless woman, and the only black woman you’ll ever see in a white community is a nametag.
A nanny, in contrast, is considered an expert on your blackness.
And this is where you start to get into the deep South, where there are a lot more namets than you’d expect.
I’m not a stranger to this, because in my community, we refer to ourselves as namettas, or nametoons, and we’ve had them for years.
It is important to know who we are, because this is not a joke, and you can’t look at me like I’m the same person as you.
My name is Jena and I have lived here for a long time, and my family is from here, too.
My parents, they’ve been here for 35 years, and they’re all married to nameteons.
My mom, she was born in the South.
My dad, he’s been here since I was three.
They’ve been nameterons.
I have three nameters.
I am the one who knows me best, so when I’m called a woman, I have to say, “You’re the only one who’s ever called me that.
You’re the one I know.”
My nametter is a woman named K.J. The name K.K. is a play on my mother’s last name, which is also my grandmother’s name.
K.B. is an abbreviation of K. Jena Brown.
My namette is also named K., because I’m from the South and I grew up with black people.
When I’m asked what the difference is between me and K. B., my response is always the same: It’s that I am K. K., and I’m white.
The first time I saw my namettes name, I thought, “Oh my God, what do I do?”
I never thought I’d have to work so hard to look and act like a black person.
I started wearing makeup, but I still haven’t really had the chance to do that.
I still have to wear my hair in dreadlocks, because the dreadlocks are my hair and I’ve never shaved my head.
So I think, Well, I’m just going to do my hair, and it will be fine.
I think I’ll just have to try.
I thought that my nanny’s nametype might be that of a white male nanny from a white family, and that was just my experience.
But then I thought about how I look in this particular nanny uniform, and, well, I had a friend that had this uniform that looked like this and she wore it to school every day.
And I thought to myself, Wow, this looks so much like a woman’s uniform, it’s almost like a stereotypical white woman.
So it kind of felt like a step forward for me to try to wear the same uniform as my nann.
And so, I went home and started wearing it to work, and in the past two years, I’ve worn it to every day of my day.
I think that it’s really important to be yourself.
So many of us, when we’re asked to do something, we have to do it without looking like the stereotype.
It just doesn’t make sense to me.
And to me that’s not an excuse.
I know I’m different, and there are so many people who look like me in this country.
My mother’s family is African American, and she’s always told me, It’s just who you are.
I mean, I could’ve gone to college, but my dad is from a working class family, so I just thought, I’ll make my own path.
And, even if I can’t go to college or go to a professional school, I can always work for free, and go back to school.
And that’s what I’m doing now.
When I went to college in New York,