Check: White… Wait, I’m Hipsanic too?

Andrea M.
Newton, MA

I grew up not really ever thinking about my race until my college applications asked me to literally box myself into one race. I always thought I was “white” with my Irish last name, Swedish grandmother, and my other American family. I just also had a mother who took us to travel to South America to see far off family members. But I didn’t speak Spanish, and I grew up here, and I don’t eat rice and beans every day. So I don’t know, what am I really?


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