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 she tried to tell people she wasn’t Caucasian. I now identify as being “mixed race;” I don’t want for her to be invisible even as I am cognizant of my own “passing”.


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