Delicious ambiguity: the permanent inbetweener.

DSC_0402MaiLynn Stormon-Trinh
New Zealand

I am the only child of an American woman of Norwegian descent born in Fargo, North Dakota and a Vietnamese man who moved to the US in the mid-seventies and cut all his Vietnamese familial ties. I look more Asian than white, but culturally, I was raised in a white world, with a white family and predominately white friends. As an adult in my mid-twenties, I feel like I am the permanent inbetweener, stuck in the fringes of both the worlds my parents have come from. At times, race has made my life a lonely, mixed up (no pun intended) place. But I am learning that there can be great power in being multiracial. My race, and thus my identity, is not spelled out for me through history and stereotypes. I have a freedom in obscurity that Gilda Radner called: “delicious ambiguity”.

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  • LR

    If your father is Asian and the mother White, you’re still Asian versus a White male and Asian female couple, which is worse.

  • Jessica Mebane

    wonderfully put.

  • barry irving

    …You should read Salon…1/9/15…”5 Reasons why White Pride is always Racist”.
    It’s written by Whites who realize that the Race term White is both ambiguous and

    ever changing according to how the majority needs it to be. It gives some interesting historical facts on the evolution.

    …Having a real knowledge of how words and terms are invented in this country, then evolved to a facsimile of their original meaning ( like politically correct and liberal ) will help you see the face of America from a more understanding POV!

 

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