Kid From Kid 'N Play Shares A Story Of Growing Up Biracial With Racist Grandparents | PPWTK Clip 

I’m Black an Filipino… and man… this hit my heart. I’m way more accepted by black people. Way more!

Kid and play deserve their flowers 🌺 “ house party” will always be iconic and legendary movie in entertainment history

I'm white and my stepdad is black. His family accepted me with open arms. I was the only little white girl in the family at the time. They just opened their arms and let me in. I'll always love them and especially my grandma Beulah, she was an amazing woman!

I laughed so loud when he spoke of his Jamaican side calling him " the original yellow boy"...cause they sure will name you🤣🤣🤣

Man, I would have never thought that the same dude who brought so much joy to my childhood had such a tragic one himself. Much respect to Kid.

Damn so the House Party story with his mom’s passing and his father raising him was real....

My mom has 13 grandchildren; seven are mixed race. She now has 14 great-grand children; eight are mixed race. She loves every single one, as did my dad when he was alive. I cannot imagine having the kind of hate where you disown your own daughter and grandson? What a sad, pathetic, small life. And I’ll bet my last dollar they sit their asses in a church pew every Sunday. The hypocrisy is stunning.

As a woman who is biracial, this hit home. I’ve always been accepted by my black side (mother) and black people in general. However, my father’s side this was not case. I was called cruel names and my paternity was questioned. This behavior came to light when my father died abruptly and what does death bring, true colors and the ultimate worst in people.

I can't imagine the internal trauma he dealt with as a child just from surviving an accident that killed his mother. It's a miracle he grew up to be the person he was.

The most hated race on this planet is the most loving and accepting! God bless you Chris. The hurt he felt as a child around racists. But his grandparents now know, their racism was not good, and they will suffer for it.

It was beautiful how his father took his son and raised him. That is to be applauded.

Go where you're "loved" and not just "tolerated". What a great story💯

His grandparents did him a favor. If his dad didn't claim him 1st & his grandparents did & raised him. He would've grown up a messed up self hating brotha being around all that racist ish in the house.

As a biracial kid growing up I felt this...black side seems always shows the most love and acceptance.

As a black grandmother of two biracial grandsuns, this breaks my heart! My grandbabies fortunately, are accepted by both of their sides! I can't imagine, not loving my grandbabies because of their white side! They're a part of me therefore, I would be hating myself! It's crazy how, we're the most hated, but the most accepting people on the planet! Thank you for sharing my brother! We love you 💜

as a nurse the Jamaican nurses are the best coming out of the carribean, so smart and good natured. The way he talks about his relatives is awesome especially the "original yellow man "comment I am still laughin

Kid’s story is proof that all relatives ain’t’ family! I’m a firm believer in our ability to choose our “family,” to assist us in redefining the tragedies that may befall us along life’s journey, irrespective of bloodline. I’m so glad that his father and paternal family showed him love and acceptance, especially after the sudden passing of his mom. I could not imagine my mother’s parents essentially disowning me, much less fighting to exclude me from my birthright as her only surviving child!

Seeing Kid in the late 80's to early 90's...you would have never guessed that he had such a tragic event happened to him because he was always smiling and joking...even in the interview , he had Talib and his co host laughing...like he does not want any sympathy...true story, I saw Kid in the early 2000's ...at a Safeway grocery store with some of those Jamaican relatives in Washington DC near where Staci Lattisaw and Johnny Gill grew up...people took photos and video of him, I wanted to go up to him and tell him that He and Play inspired me to perform at talent shows ...I was even in a TV commercial as a teen...dancing with my older Cousin who was sick with it ...like Steezo, Hot Dog , or Flex Alexander!

Just knowing that Kid was loved, despite his heart-break and loss as a child is heart-warming. One only wants acceptance from the ones we love. Glad to know that his father and the “village”was there for him.👍❤️

My grandma always said “be careful of who you hate because they could end up being apart of your family”

Sounds like he loved and respected his mom so much. What terrible people her parents were, though. How traumatic to survive an accident, lose your mother, and feel all alone in the world at only 9 years old... until his dad came back and rescued him. When he met his black family is when he really came alive. ❤

I'm biracial, (mom,. Irish & Native American) (dad, black & Native American) When I was 13 years old me and my mom went to see my grandmother in the hospital, my oldest brother was there, "he's white" 2 cousins, uncle and his grandchild. The doctor came into the room and asked to be introduced to the family. She named everyone in the room and when it came to me, the doctor stood there looking at me waiting to hear my name, he never did😪 I left the room and never saw my grandmother after that day, she lived 20 more years. Now as a man I feel sorry that she has to be before God and give as account of her heart😔

He was in the Car Accident and SURVIVED!!! GOD Bless!!! K

That was such a sweet story. Even-though his story touched on racism and the death of his mother his vibe was positive the whole time. That says a lot about his character.

As s biracial man myself, with a Jamaican father and Scottish mother, I can relate to the struggle of navigating biracial identity, especially when dealing with two races as dichotomous and historically adversarial as black and white. Kid is speaking that truth.

I know the feeling. My grandparents on my dads side never embraced me as a family member. NEVER. The were the most racist ppl and I was just disgusted by everyone on that side of the family. They hated my dad for marrying a black woman so much that he couldn’t even attend family gatherings anymore. This stuff is real and it’s sad and ridiculous because we are in 2021. All I remember was hearing my grandmother making slick racist remarks about me and about my mom and I told my dad. He went and confronted them and that was the last we ever spoke to them. That happened at age 12 and I’m now 37 married to a wonderful black men and have black children just to piss them off even more. They’ve tried to reach out to me many times and I ignore them every time and now all they do is stalk my social media pages. Smh I know that feeling all to well. Those are the type of ppl to say “ I can’t be racist I have black ppl in my family “ yeah right

I’m sorry that he lost his mother at such a young age. It’s good that he had good family support from his father’s side. He was cracking me up with the Jamaican accents though.

I appreciated the transparency. You hear the pain in his voice but he’s strong for rolling forward. Strong story.

This isn’t new… Black folks have always welcomed most all folks. I love this interview as it is very real, authentic and raw!

i can relate to his story my grandfather fell out with my mom because she got pregnant with me and my dad was black. they didn’t speak for 7 years until she was dying of cancer. my father died a few years later. i connected with my black family as an adult and then i realized how toxic growing up around my white family and their micro aggressions was, the effects all that had on me. i ended up falling out with them because i called out their racism and they didn’t like that, and at this stage in life i know i don’t have to accept that anymore. they think my black family ripped me away from them. zero accountability. good riddance to them i love my black relatives so much and i feel more love from them than i ever did from my other family (other than my irish grandmother who raised me but she also had her faults)

My fellow mixed baby, I totally understand. That one drop rule is still in full effect. My mother was disowned from her mother for being with my father and it hurts...but you live with it and even though there may be the side comments on your looks, your voice, your hair, the love is still there from our black brothers and sisters. 🖤💚🧡💜

They are right. I am mixed, not Black, and I was accepted by Black kids and rejected by Mexican kids. I have and will forever love and respect Black people and Black culture.

I LOVE HIS STORY (except for the death his mom and her friend 🙏). I absolutely thought that he was going to tell us that his grandparents went to court to fight for custody of him. Damn, they are cruel. If she had any pension the money would go to her child. They didn't care for their grandchild at all! So, glad his dad stepped up to be a father and he was surrounded by his extended Jamaican 🇯🇲 family. I enjoyed all the Jamaican jokes and the patois.

I am half Italian and black. I was equally rejected from both sides. Praise God because this rejection only made me seek God and has ultimately made me a stronger woman.

Kid really needs to write the story of his childhood 🌹I cried and laughed just listening to the 5 minute interview ❤️❤️

Racism will never make sense to me, especially to the extent it has existed throughout history and now even with sundown towns, etc. It's so weird how one can hate another so deeply without knowing their character or history.

I feel his pain. My white Irish grandmother told me she did not have any Black grandchildren....no matter who my mother is.

i can tell a part of kid is still hurt by this!!! and thats ok bro! sometimes, we dont fully get over the past, we just learn how to move on from it from time to time

I’m biracial too. Navajo and Black. I have encountered racism from my Navajo family but I still love them anyway. I won’t repeat the cycle.

Bless him! I feel what he's saying 💯 My experience was the opposite with my black grandparents raising me, while being very prejudice. I understand their pain, but they projected that pain on to me which was damaging. As if I was a walking reminder of the racism they grew up with. I felt like a "redheaded step child" if you will. But the black side of my family has the additional dynamic of a "better than other blacks" mentality. So that was also extremely hard to process as I have always identified as black, and never "uppity" black either. I understood being black was not what all black people were proud to be. But I always was. My mother was Irish with racist family that never mistreated me personally. They weren't really a part of my life either. So a lot of hate I felt was from my own family, and many black children I grew up with. And the white kids, well I could never really fit in with either. They never knew "what I was" so I got a front seat to unbridled racist comments when I did interact with them. Also extremely painful. And I would never let it slide. I called it out every time. Thus I never really fit in, or got invited back to play. I was blessed to have a handful of friends growing up that I still stay connected to, at 38 years old. Mostly are black. As an adult, I have been blessed to make friends of all heritages from having lived all over, from coast to coast. It's a wonderful thing to "choose" family as a grown up. And disengage from toxic blood relatives that bully. It wasn't until recent years I discovered the term colorism. I identified the hate I endured had nothing to do with me as an individual but is a result of systemic racism. Huge breakthrough. And I am a proud Black Queen today 👑 I haven't always felt comfortable enough, or healed enough really, to say that out loud. But I am now. With a little life lived and some wisdom, I will say no one can identify for me. My blackness is in my DNA, not my melanin. And racism does not equal prejudice, but this woman can attest, they both cut just as deep. And from all ethnicities. One love 🖤

RIP Both of his parents!!!

Sounds like his maternal grandparents were a real piece of work. So, your hatred is so deep that you file for pension funds that could have been used to help your daughter's nine year old son? Lower than low.

Wow, I had no idea. Loved Kid N Play back in the day. I'm so saddened about the loss of his mother, and the racism of his grandparents. Through all of that pain, God got Kid to where he needed to be. 🙏

That’s how it was for me except I didn’t have my biological father and his family, I had a stepfather and his family. My mom’s dad was racist as hell and used to call me and my cousin N’s and little black bastards. My mom and my aunt were N lovers. It was crazy. He was crazy, literally. He had schizophrenia and was a mean old drunk. He didn’t refer to me as his granddaughter until he was on his deathbed, smh. By then, I didn’t care. Also, back then black folks welcomed bi-racial people treated us with so much love. I completely relate to what he’s saying. I may not quite be “black” but I know 100% I’m not white and that realization started with my own “family”. I really love this. Thank you for posting.♥️

As a "bi-racial" black man, my experience has been the same. Always way more accepted by my black family and peers.

You never hear Kids name mixed up with no f.ckery. So for that, as a Jamaican I got that brothers back!

❤ Kid!! I'm sorry that you had to go through that!! No child deserves to grow up like that!!

Thank you so much 😊

Kid is so right when he says all kids want is to belong.To be accepted. Those years are so important in terms of developing confidence and self esteem. I am a child of the 1960s. AT first I grew up in a predominately Black and Spanish neighborhood. None of the kids had a problem with playing with a "free yalla" kid because I was so fair.Like one kid once said to me, "It ain't like you gonna be invited to a klan meeting. So you all right."When my parents decided to move to a predominately White neighborhood because they felt the schools and housing was better, it was pure hell.I felt so alone.I eventually did have some White friends. But I was called everything from a mongrel to the human stain.But I went back to my old neighborhood every chance I got.In the old neighborhood, any friends of my parents or grandparents were addressed as Aunt or Uncle by me,my older brother and younger sister as a show of respect. So I learned early that just because someone has more money doesn't mean they are a good person. It's how they treat others.

I remember seeing Kid in a gas station in W. LA on Overland blvd.. When I went outside he was driving off blasting some good music.. Good times.

I'm white and felt more accepted by my black friends and their families more than my own lol

This is so good. Thanks Kid and Talib for sharing this story. Poignant, tragic and beautiful at the same time. Much love to you brothers and the sister for doing such a fine dialogue that has such social understanding about how Black people embrace ‘biracial Blacks’, because so much of this open arm embrace which predominant to our stories or experiences does not get told. A lot of stories seem to nearly echo an ‘untruthful’ dichotomy of not being accepted in both worlds. But as a core value (and I grew up in Detroit, Michigan) during the same time Kid did. That’s how all the Black communities in “The D” -for the most part operated, “we” embrace the spectrum of Black people and that certainly involved on consistent occasions young people who had a white parent and Black parent, as long as they were not raised to think they were better than the other Black kids, they were cool! Love the accents cracked me up bro! Dignified Black comedy and humor. I would like to share this story with so many people in Black communities who have reflected and verified the ‘same deal’! Keep on spreading “Ire” in the world brothers and sisters!

He definitely got his mom's Irish genes he looks older than he really is.. he got his dad's Jamaican sense of humor which is cool.

My olive skinned girl of 12 years just found out about her roots and connected. Turns out her father was black. We met her family at a cookout. Wow, what a difference. So embracing and warm. They took her right in and me too, no judgment all love. It was kept from her for 40 years, so needless to say the other side perpetuated this lie of who she was and it was exposed. I'll let you imagine how that went down. She's whole, found out she has a sister. There is so much more but in the end white family is pretty much ghost and black family took the reigns.

Yes this hit home. My white grandfather disowned my mother and Aunt because they had kids with black men. It even went as far as their older sister dropping my mom and Aunt off at an abortion clinic & drove off in hopes they would terminate their pregnancies (they were pregnant at the same time). Just because we were half black they didn't even want us born. smh. My black side could of cared less. They loved us, embraced us, and us being mixed never was an issue. I also grew up in a predominantly black town & no one cared I was mixed. I never had identity issues because of the community I grew up in & the love from my dad's side of the family.

I'm Irish and I would never treat you like that. Thankfully that type of way and thinking are going with them to their graves. ❤✌Grew up loving Kid and Play, still do! Thank you for the smiles, and laughs! And style... my friends big brother had the 3 ft Eraser top!!

Damn that story is so touching. That must be so traumatic to be in a car accident that took your mother’s (and her friends) life. Thank God he had a loving family on his fathers side.

I never knew he was biracial until now. Bless his heart.

Thank you I loved this

*Thank you for sharing. Much ❤ to You.*

Kid is a solid dude. Nuff respect to that man and his accomplishments

I can relate to this story. I was a 60s baby of mixed race. Father black mother White never seen my Whiteside at all.Was raised by my black grandmother and it was nothing but love from the whole family. The way I see it it was their loss and my life is great without them.

Thanks for sharing ❤️

We need more conversations like this. I’ve been a fan from the beginning but you learn something new every day

As the mom of a biracial child, I make sure that he has pride in who he is and try to teach him to not let what anyone says make him think he's not loved. I'm back and his dad is white. I am so glad he is so loved on both side because I've seen it not happen that way. It breaks my heart to see that people, children have to go through that.

Shout out to his dad 👨🏾🇯🇲

Thanks so much

My kids are Black and Scottish. I'm blessed to say that my kids and grandchildren are equally loved and accepted by both sides. Kid used to come through Memphis back in the late 90s, early 2000s. Cool, chill guy. Thank you for sharing this.

This was a raw, supercharged, well executeded interview segment...Kid is so emotional and expressive. I wanted laugh and cry at once...

This is so insightful. I'm glad he shared this story.

Solid interview!

Thanks for sharing

I'm almost 50 and I still listen to Kid and Play. It was that Happy Rap music that made you feel good and want to dance.

Kid, I know just what you endured. The sad part is that my grandparents are from Haiti & I'm black Canadian with two black parents, & despite my dad (their son being black), they criticized my mum for being black because we lived in a poorer neighborhood in Canada. She said she wanted her son to be with a hispanic woman or white Haitian. She called me, my siblings & my mom the N word since i was a newborn. We haven't spoken to them in years. But I see it as HERS & HER HUSBAND'S loss. We've seen each other in public & have actually stood in the same grocery lines, & she looks right past me as tho I'm not even standing there, & you know what, if she ever decided to speak to me, I'd still be respectful like my mother taught me to be & I'd speak back. I'd address her as "Mrs," as I don't know her well enough to address her as "grandmother," but I'd be respectful.

Thank you for sharing your story with us, I’m sorry for your tragic loss though. That’s a lot for a child to endure. Salute

I was lucky enough to meet Kid in Charlotte when I was a teen. He was so nice and humble. My mom noticed him 1st, and was like “pssst, that guy looks like Kid” so I peeped around her and sure enough, it was. We were at Celebration Station and he was there playing games with the kids, signed a few autographs, etc. All around good guy in my book.

Man I feel this. My mom got disowned from her family when she got pregnant with a "child of darkness" as they so politely put it. But the moment she married a white dude years later they brought her back into the fold and love her white kids, me excluded of course.

My condolences to him for his loss. Secondly, he's quite funny lol.

Ì can relate! My grandmother was one of d most racist person I have ever met! I remember at age 12 and carrying lunch for her and she actually spat on me! She only realized she was caught when my mom shouted at her thru d window! I never knew till that moment that my mom had suspected my grandmother to b like that! My mom cut her mother out from her life after that !Thanks mammy! I miss u so!❤😥

I so can understand your story. I am biracial and my grandparents disowned my mother for marrying a African American man and having mixed kids. I was born in 1966 and there were places that we couldnot live because my mom had black kids. Thank God that my mom taught us that we came frim the best if both worlds. ❤️

I’m so sorry to hear his mom died when he was 9. Awesome dad and the other side was truly accepting and because of that we got to know him through music and Mannnnn the house party movies with play and pops hilarious!

Wooo this hits too close to home. My daughter is Japanese, Hawaiian, and black. Imma have to come back and watch this later because I’m sleepy now, it’s 2:49 a.m. on 12/23/2021. I’ll definitely be back.

Beautiful story ❤️ thanks for sharing. We love you here in Norfolk, Va! Keeping letting your light SHINE!

Awesome interview

On Irish American history i recommend the book "How the Irish became white" by Noel Ignatiev And "The Invention of Whiteness" which tells the story of how the Irish in Ireland and how their occupation by the English was the blueprint of how England treated Africa, India, and the Americas

That’s just Black people that’s how we love. We ain’t perfect but we do have big hearts.

Truly enjoyed this interview. 🇯🇲

Great interview!

As I white grandfather of my bi-racial grandson with a "Saturday Dad", I take time to teach him about his African American culture, as much as I can. My wife parents, are German deceent, her, her two sisters, their kids, nephews and niece's, and parents having blonde hair, blue eyes. I'm an "American mutt" , Brown eyes and hair, as are our three kids, so along with teaching Stefan his culture, I get to piss them off too. Lol. Much respect to you bud. Stay strong and stay above, much love.

Like you I lost my mother at a young age. And like you everybody stepped in to help. I had the benefit of a full-time dad but the death of my mother severely impacted his health. Fortunately doing that era people realize it took a village to raise a child. I have so many mothers who smothered me with love. Sounds like you benefited from the same. Thank you for sharing your story.

i love it💪🏾

I enjoyed this video and appreciate his contributions.

His mom seems sweet. Rest in peace

Me and my family loved our biracial cousins without a doubt! They was just Blk to us kids! Granny, aunts and uncles didn't treat any more special or worse! I just remember the love we had and still do till this day! Respect!

This was such a dope interview, one of my favorite people of OLD SCHOOL.

Always Love !!

I'm black and white (Canadian precisely, lol) but I can 100% relate to Kid. I grew up in the late 80's and all of the 90's. It might not have been as harsh like it was in the early 70's but I did still deal with crap from both sides. I wasn't white enough for white kids and not black enough for black kids(more precisely girls). It's tough when your a kid because you just want friends and be accepted and it's hard to process that you aren't worthy of friends because you don't match their tone. Eventually I learned that I am enough and if people don't want to know me then I didn't waste my time worrying about it. Fortunately and funny enough I have had the same 4 friends since high school (25, 26 years now I think) and they are none other than Jamaicans!!! 😂 All of them! They saw that I was this loner misfit and took me in. ❤️ Just wanted to share, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk, lol.. Be blessed

So glad things turned out as they did or the world may have never known the joy of Kid & Play 💯💯💯

Many regards for the strength in telling this story. 💪🏾 Thx brothers Kid N Talib

🥺 Heartbreaking! Thank you for all you have given us.