The day I moved into my college dorm, I changed my name. It wasn’t some carefully planned strategy. It was, I think, the expression of something deep inside me that I hadn’t said even to myself up until that moment. The flurry of recent news around the white girl Rachel Dolezal who became the black girl Rachel Dolezal brings this experience back to me. I have some inkling of the itch that might generate such a shift. “I identify as black,” she says,even though her parents are white and her childhood photos depict a white girl. She claims, though, that she would draw herself using brown … [Read more...] about Becoming Lee