A week after turning 38, I strode onto an outdoor stage, took my place, and looked out at the audience. Mostly, those gathered were strangers to me, except for my mother, who sat in the second row, her smile covered by her face-mask. But I could see the unwavering support in her eyes. I began: “Over the course of my 38 years, I’ve been asked hundreds of times ‘What are you?’ My answer has always been the same. ‘I’m Biracial. I’m half-Black and half-White.’” Having the opportu