Quincy Jones’ Daughters Reveal Why They Had Issues With Their Blackness

Posted On : April 23, 2017

fb quincy and daughters8Quincy Jones has two daughters with his ex-wife, Peggy Lipton. Both daughters- Rashida and Kidada are biracial and both of them had major issues with their racial identity growing up. They revealed this in detail in a Glamour Magazine interview several years ago and we think this is still a very relevant topic today.

Rashida was known as the one who “passed for White” while they were growing up, according to her sister, Kidada. Kidada tried everything in her power to “be Black” because she simply didn’t fit in with her mother, her sister, nor her White friends. They gave very detailed and interesting accounts of their racial identity issues and their mother and Quincy also chimed in.

quincy jones with daughtersHere are some excerpts from their interview:

Their Struggles With Understanding Their Race & Identities

RASHIDA: I wouldn’t trade my family for anything. My mother shocked her Jewish parents by marrying out of her religion and race. And my father: growing up poor and black, buckling the odds and becoming so successful, having the attitude of “I love this woman! We’re going to have babies and to hell with anyone who doesn’t like it!”

KIDADA: …When I was born in 1974, there were almost no other biracial families–or black families–in our neighborhood. I was brown-skinned with short, curly hair. Mommy would take me out in my stroller and people would say, “What a beautiful baby…whose is it?” Rashida came along in 1976. She had straight hair and lighter skin. My eyes were brown; hers were green. In preschool, our mother enrolled us in the Buckley School, an exclusive private school. It was almost all white.

RASHIDA: In reaction to all that differentess, Kidada tried hard to define herself as a unique person by becoming a real tomboy.

KIDADA: While Rashida wore girly dresses, I loved my Mr. T dolls and my Jaws T-shirt. But seeing the straight hair like the other girls had, like my sister had…I felt: “It’s not fair! I want that hair!” […] One day a little blond classmate just out and called me “Chocolate bar.” I shot back: “Vanilla!”


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