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Your words don’t change who I am

IMG_20140729_092745Blake Coffey,
Van Nuys, CA.

In a world where being mixed is supposed to be looked at as beautiful, it’s not as easy when you are. People automatically assume that all mixed people are supposed to look mixed just like they assume all Mexicans are brown. I’m born to a mixed black/white father who looks full black and society deems him so, and a white mother. I’ve looked for people that are the same thing or mixed but not looked at as mixed but I’ve always felt left out. I don’t look at people as a certain race but they sure look at me like I am. I’m judged and denied of who I am because genetics determined that I wouldn’t come out looking mixed. Although I’ve faced racism from every race.

Today is the day when I fully accept myself for who I am. I’m not denying myself or anyone else of who I truly am. I am not Mexican, I am not Middle Eastern, I am not Puerto Rican or whatever else I’ve told people. It’s time for me to not only come to terms with who I am but to come to terms with the world and how it is. To stop shielding myself and hiding behind fake back stories because of peoples judgments and words. It doesn’t matter if I had brown eyes, blue eyes, black kinky hair, blonde straight hair, a bump on my nose, big lips, high cheek bones, dark skin, light skin, because I am what I am and I can’t change it. People can make whatever assumptions they want or say whatever but that doesn’t change who I am ethnically.

I wanted to change who I am ethnically my entire life. But I can’t. It’s time to stop lying and just be honest. Whether or not I’m accepted by the black community or even the biracial and multiracial community, I am a multiracial person of African and European heritage. My dad looks full black and my mom looks white as snow, yet my sisters and I came out with light carmel skin tones, different hair types, colored eyes, and unique facial features that make us look completely different from anyone else in our family. Whether someone tries to portrait me as white or Mexican or something else that I’m not is not my problem. I can’t change it and your words or judgments isn’t going to change anything either. It’s not your place to determine who or what I am. I am a person of mixed race. That’s just what I am.

This country is such a beautiful place

Kelly Mulvany,
Chandler, AZ

This country is beautiful BECAUSE we are not all white. The variety of cultures and beautiful people ARE what makes America great and I would not like to see that whitewashed. If that means giving up privileges than so be it- after all, have so many people already proved it’s doable?

Yes I’m Black, but not angry

Ellise,
Riverside, CA.

My race is not what you see, It is what I feel. Do not let your stereotypes fool you, I am happy, beautiful, and peaceful about who I am. I use to be angry with who I was. I have been told “I was pretty for a black girl” all my life. That made me ashamed of who I was. I could not hide from what God intended to be, so I embraced it. I saw other black women embracing their beauty and it gave my joy. I want all little girls to see that beauty in themselves. Despite how I may feel, each day is my opportunity to inspire all girls of all colors to embrace how God made them. God does not make any mistakes. First embrace the beauty in your heart, then allow it to shine through your skin.
CBU HIS311

Being me is unique and beautiful!

Sam Coope,
New Hyde Park, NY

Growing up, I was always the tomboy type. I loved to play sports and be active. I am someone who loves to work out and go to the gym on a daily basis. I played on many different teams all throughout high school. Some of them were all women’s teams and other’s were all men’s teams. I was able to experience playing with both men and women. The different levels of competition between the two were extremely different but exciting. I loved the thrill of being able to be the only girl on a men’s team. It allowed me to feel like I was strong enough to compete on this level of competition. However, when I go out with a group of friends, I do like to dress up once in a while, even though I am someone who always felt more comfortable wearing athletic clothes. As I got older, I started dressing up a lot more while also continuing to be an athlete. I guess you can say I have two different types of styles when it comes to the activity I am doing. I am also a girl who doesn’t like to wear makeup. I don’t own any makeup and have never been into wearing anything like that. As a girl, it sometimes feels weird for me to say that I don’t like wearing makeup. However, it isn’t for me and not something that I feel comfortable wearing myself. I love being a part of many different teams and playing on a team with all guys because of how tough it makes me feel. I often feel like I am one of the boys even though I am a girl because I play on a team with them. To some people, a girl playing on a men’s team may look crazy because of the competitive level. However, I love to be challenged and love the competitiveness I get while playing with them. Just because I am a girl, doesn’t always mean that I have to follow the stereotypes of all girls and do all the girly things that girls do. There is nothing that a girl can’t do even if the levels of competition and interests are different than most. Overall, being me is something that I would never want to change. I may be different than most girls and not always into girly things, but I am always going to continue to be myself and do what makes me happy. I will always be unique and beautiful in my own way and strive to continue to do the things that make me happy.

Rice is my LIFE. Deal with it.

Emily,
Perris, CA.

I have NEVER been so proud to be a Filipino-American. My culture is my everything and I would not trade it for the world. Being the handful of Asians at my school makes me even more unique. I want to promote diversity, I want people to be okay with the color of their skin and to absolutely love where they came from. Tradition is everything. Being diverse is BEAUTIFUL. We all come in different shapes and sizes, and all of our physical appearances are not the same. Being ethnic is a blessing, it adds an extra spice to life! LOVE YOUR ETHNICITY. LOVE YOUR CULTURE. LOVE YOUR PAST and, LOVE YOURSELF. CBU HIS311

Music teacher listening to student cries

IMG_1156Jamie Coppa,
Asbury Park, NJ.

As a music teacher with an almost entirely black and hispanic student body, I was met with stories of oppression, lack of food, disrupted sleep, abuse, incarceration, and even the murder of the loved ones they so deeply cared for. I will never forget the beautiful music my students expressed through their hardships. I will always strive to do more on their behalf.

Identity isn’t housed in a box

our-generationKaren Than Myaing
Silver Spring, MD

In this photo: what do you get when you mix an Israeli, a Trinidadian, a Jamaican, a Caucasian, a Burmese and an African American? Our beautiful family. We are Jews, Muslim, Christian and Buddhist. We are female. We are male. We are children. We are human. We do not belong in a box for your comfort. Get used it!

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