When I Was White

“ This is a disturbing and engrossing tale of deep family secrets.”

― Publishers Weekly

In this fervent and heartfelt memoir, Valentine tells of coming of age in Pittsburgh, Pa. ,as the daughter of two white parents who refused to acknowledge an ethnicity hinted at by her appearance, and a family secret.

Early on, she clues in that she is “different” and even though her parents avoid the topic of race, others make note of her darker skin color (for instance, a school guidance counselor suggests she apply for a minority scholarship).

Valentine attends Carnegie Mellon University, and at age 27 she presses her mother on the details of her past; her mother claims she was raped at a college party by an unknown black man (though her recollection is vague).

The narrative moves fluidly between past and present as Valentine tries to make sense of the lies and misconceptions that have plagued her throughout her life.

“Valentine claims her power by deciding who she is and who she wants to be.”

―Essence


What Readers Are Saying…

“Growing up as the only black kid in a small European town, there were certain societal behaviors I learned to accept as normal. This book reminded me such much of my childhood and compelled me, as a dad, raising mixed race children, not to take things for granted and to always stand for what is right in hopes for a better tomorrow for all.”

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Enthralling, uniquely American Experience

“It was impossible to put this book down once I started reading it. The author does an excellent job taking you into her time and space, while sharing some honest insight. The timing for this book couldn't be more ripe for today's climate; the struggles we encounter, respect for diversity, and appreciation for our racial and ethnic journey are just some of the great lessons this book provides.”

An emotional personal journey of being forced to look back in order to look ahead

“Honest, sad/hopeful, and a relevant topic for all races/genders given that we all struggle with understanding who we really are.”