Raising a bi-racial daughter in America.

photo-2Heather Sams,
Moreno Valley, CA.

My daughter is a beautiful, intelligent, biracial young lady. I am white and her father is a light skinned black man. I say those race terms that way because that is honestly how people in society view others, by color. My daughter is as pale skinned as I am. When I became pregnant my father was not very happy. He did not want me to have a bi-racial child. He said that we would encounter people that would hate us and that he did not want for me to take on that burden when this world was hard enough as it is. I did not listen of course. My daughter, Modesty, came into this world 18 years ago. She has blue eyes and blond hair. She is tall and her smile can light up a room. When she is with only me people see her as “white” and when she is with her father the response is normally, “Oh yes, I can see the black in her now”. She has endured being called albino and half breed. Up until now as she is in college, she has had a hard time being accepted by both sides of her ethnicity. She found comfort among the Mexican kids at her school and accepted for who she was, a loving and kind friend. Now that she is at college, she is starting to hang out with the black crowd. However with in one month of being there, she was verbally attacked on the bus by a black man calling her and her friend “yellow babies” and that their mothers had “jungle fever”. He told them that they weren’t white and they weren’t black, they were yellow and do not fit in and are no better than anyone. My daughter has always been raised to embrace who she is and to know her history of both sides of her family. At the end of the day, she knows she was created from love and it is that love that she shows people, not her race. I love my yellow baby and wouldn’t have it any other way.

I have to give a shout out to CBU HIS311 -thank you for opening the eyes of people and their hearts to subjects such as this.


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