Why are people like me scared?

Tom Lewis, Phoenix, AZ. Most “white” people in the USA are descended from people who were considered “other” and often not even white when these ancestors arrived. All of these groups changed and improved America. Germans, Irish, Italians, Poles, and Jews were as unwelcome as Mexicans, Dominicans, Africans and Muslims are now. I am white […]

I am who I am, ME!

Debra Rosenberg, Phoenix, AZ. I am the person I am meant to be, and proud to be a Jew even though growing up I knew what it was like to be “Black”. I had to overcome many obstacles of prejudices.

Planet Earth – no aliens, only humans.

Patricia Butler Phoenix, AZ When did we start calling people from other countries aliens? I hate that term and the inequality it suggests. All of us are inhabitants of Earth and that fact should connect all of us as we travel together around the sun, year after year.

Fake friends slandered my wife’s ethnicity.

Gary Kraemer Phoenix, Metro Area, AZ Two different former friends put up hate speech about people of my wife’s ethnicity on the internet. They were directly confronted, given an opportunity to make it right and choose not to. I broke off both friendships. They actually needed my friendship much more than I needed theirs.

Expansive Roots, Exquisite Tongues, Diversity Perpetuated

Christopher Ramsey, Phoenix, AZ. From Mexico, to Ireland to Guam and then back to Spain. I embrace the wealth in language, food, faith and tradition. I intend to continue what my parents started and charitably inform those inquisitive minds to breakdown their misconceptions into fertile ground for understanding and respect.

We are more alike than unalike

Emily Patten, Phoenix, AZ. I grew up in a city with a substantial lack of racial diversity, yet my parents and teachers were able to instill values of acceptance and empathy. In my adult life, I’ve found that those two beliefs go pretty far in the way of understanding those who don’t look like me. […]

American, Mexican, and probably much more.

Manuel Holguin, Phoenix, AZ. I don’t really get being proud of your race to any extreme. I suppose my argument is that you as a person has nothing to do with your race or color of skin. It was decided for you! No one ever says “I’ve worked hard my whole life to be white!” […]

Three months more, would they ask?

Nina Martin Phoenix, AZ I am quietly proud of my multiracial background: my mother is Chinese, and my father is half German, half American. I also look absolutely nothing like my mother, save for straight hair and slightly tanner skin. While never a negative issue, this has led to some interesting situations since the time […]

I learned I was Black in kindergarten.

Shakira, Phoenix, AZ. One day after our teacher snapped photos of our class she developed them in black and white and scattered them out on a table and told us to find ourselves. I got frustrated because I could not find my photo; that day my mother was volunteering as class mother and she pointed […]

“Am I white?” –My Latina daughter

Anne Hickling Phoenix, AZ I don’t know how to answer this when she asks. The answer is both “Yes” and “No.” Her Cuban grandparents self-identify as white, but here in the SW borderlands, she likely is seen by many as one of those “brown” people, you know, the ones who crossed the border legally or […]

Because of you, it was possible.

Bill Parker Phoenix, AZ This is what my childhood black friend told me after Barack Obama was elected President of the United States. I am white. He and his brother were best friends with my brother and I in upstate NY in the 60’s and 70’s. People used to say we were “the four brothers”. […]

My boyfriend is Mexican, so what?

Rachel Allocco Phoenix, AZ My boyfriend is Mexican and grew up in Southern Arizona near the Mexico border. His father, a successful doctor and US Army veteran, is from Mexico. His mother is from a predominately Latino neighborhood in Los Angeles. People assume that because he grew up immersed in his Mexican heritage, the future […]

What do you expect, she’s Mexican.

Mrs. Lopez Phoenix, AZ As an adult, I reflect on things my mother has taught me. There’s a handful of “advice” that sticks out in my mind. Her advice is meaningful to me now and I believe it has molded me into who I am, for better or worse. As a teacher, I find myself […]

My grandmother was mix, I’m white.

Kat Sabine Phoenix, AZ During my childhood, I was raised to believe that I am Caucasian. I found out through a health crisis that what I suspected about my grandmother as “passing” was true. In her abusive marriage to my grandfather, she lived as a white woman whom he institutionalized in mental health facilities when […]

Now we will have to move

Yvonne Hogan Phoenix , AZ I am white. When I started dating a black man, my parent’s sat me down and my mother was so upset, she asked me not to come into the neighborhood. She didn’t want the neighbors to know. She was afraid that she’d have to move. My father said,”I thought you […]

Born German makes me a Nazi

Yvonne Kasper Hogan Phoenix, AZ Because of WWII, my family was displaced and I was born in Germany. When we came to the States in 1957, people would ask where I was from, because of my accent. I’d tell them, very innocently, that I was from Germany. They immediately called me a Nazi. My parents […]

Indian? At least he isn’t black!

Sherrill Dawn Koopot Phoenix, AZ …Worried how your baby will look? 41 years ago I married an East Indian Doctor; He was handsome, smart, kind and everything a woman could want. Both of those comments above were made to me, with all seriousness and , I think, with absolute ignorance as to how they sounded. […]

“Mama, look at the black one!”

Helene M. Angevine-Fina Phoenix, AZ My six words ( amazed how it fit!) were said when I was 3 years old (1959) and I had just seen my very first dark skinned person, a lovely women who laughed loud, long and hard when I said it. In my childs mind I realized that like many […]

Oh, She’s Just Another White Girl

L.C. Phoenix, AZ In youth we never noticed our skins were different shades. We rode the same bus, lived on the same street, were in all the same clubs and classes, graduated high school in the same robes and cords. I hope I’m not just another white girl to you, too.