Halloween While Black
Halloween Was a Magical Inside Job for This Queens Kid
I may have never gone trick-or-treating, but my mother made our home a Halloween wonderland
America is a country divided and let’s face it: Black people celebrate Halloween in a different way than White people do. Momentum takes a week-long look at #HalloweenWhileBlack.
Every year, once the sun goes down a little earlier and pumpkin spice lattes make their seasonal debut, I have one question for literally everyone I can encounter: What are you going to be for Halloween?
I always enjoy my favorite holiday, whether with a glam mermaid or Princess Jasmine ensemble or in a superhero onesie like I’ll do this quarantined-themed Allhallows’ Eve.
My love for Fright Night has run deep since I was a tiny treater. For one of my first Halloween nights, my mom transformed me into a Barbie doll. Over the years, I became Jem (from the ’80s-baby cartoon Jem and the Holograms), Casper, Minnie Mouse, and Punky Brewster. The only costumes I weren’t down for: Anything scary, ghoulish, or remotely — well — Halloween. When my mom tried to dress me as a witch in the fourth grade, I told her I’d only agree if I could be a nice and beautiful witch. This nine-year-old wouldn’t…
