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My Great Grandfather on one side was a man from Scotland and my Great Great Grandfather on the other was a man from England. As a black child in a predominantly white school I would listen to children proudly state their Scottish, Irish and English heritage while I would silently acknowledge my own. As an adult, on the odd occasion when I have mentioned this part of my heritage I have often been met with blank stares or uncomfortable looks from whites. I feel this is due to the fact that by my mentioning a common ancestry I am inadvertently reminding them of the brutal colonial system of African slavery and its legacy that has brought about such a connection. On a very basic level their whiteness is directly connected and laid in contrast to my blackness. There is a dualism that is inherent in the Euro-centric concept of whiteness. One whose standards of beauty and self-image have set the groundwork for how I in turn view myself as a black person. It does not take into consideration the hybridization of most people in post-colonial societies. Through these images I wish to explore and interpret the white relatives whom I know exist. I have often wondered who they are, where they might be and what they must look like. By simply changing my skin color and slightly altering my features I wish to show that if someone were to take a closer look at my face they would see that it is really not that much different from their own.