Camille G.S.
San Francisco, CA
Growing up as a first-generation Asian American, my family would tell me that I should marry a white man for economic and social stability. Not only would I have more stability but I would have “fairer-skinned children.” I hated the way they idolized Caucasians as the end-all for my life. I hated that they found any other race would be inferior to the “white man.” Ultimately I married a man that is half-Caucasian and half-Asian. Unfortunately half was not good as full, but better than none at all.
