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In a Class of My Own

Marcus Garcia,
Chicago, IL

I chose these words that have been plucked straight out of InuYasha. If you aren’t familiar, InuYasha is about a half-demon who goes through much adversity and is often ridiculed for being both half-demon and half-human. During one fight, he yells out these words and proves himself as a worthy opponent against his full-demon enemy. I myself am a mix of Mexican and African American without really retaining the traits of falling into one group or the other so to speak. There’s something fascinating to me about someone who doesn’t fit in anywhere but finds solace in carving his own path that is deviant from either group. As much as I would love to learn Spanish, the few times I’ve tried to speak it has been ripped to shreds by someone who has spoken it since they were a kid while I was not. As much as I would love to pretend my skin is black, it still resembles a side of me I couldn’t fully connect to anyway. Yet I see both of these cultures as their own thing while I’m neither, and still find something to admire about both.

A Southern Belle? No. Korean husband.

korean soutern belleLeah Lee (now Leah Durst-Lee),
Chicago, IL.

Keeping cultural heritage is very important to me, so when I married my husband, Sihyun Lee, I wanted our kids to have a Korean surname. Our first year and a half of marriage, I took my husband’s name and became ‘Leah Lee.’ It was awful! Almost everyone I introduced myself to stifled a laugh and proceeded to ask me something about the American South. My mom is a Californian and I am from Iowa, so naturally I couldn’t speak to anything ‘Southern.’ Once people grew to know me more, many insisted on a nickname of ‘LeahLee’ slurred together in a Southern drawl. Needless to say, I recently hyphenated my name and haven’t received a single new Southern belle quip.

Grew Up Black. Now part Mexican.

Michelle Y. Bess,
Chicago, IL.

My mom is from California, my dad is from NYC. They raised my 4 siblings and me in Washington State. We grew up identifying as black. Recently, on a trip home, my mom learned that our family moved from Mexico to California on a covered wagon to begin a new life.

Born privileged, living poor. Gained perspective.

rainforestElizabeth Foster,
Little Rock, AR.

Growing up in a mostly-white suburb of Chicago, I was isolated from cultural and socioeconomic differences. Through my privilege, I was able to travel to countries both more and less affluent than that of my upbringing. Now that I live independently & make much less money than my parents, I live in “the hood” & appreciate my life exactly as it is. I have the perspective of many walks of life, and now realize both how good, and how ignorant, I had it growing up. My wish is for others to be able to walk both sides of the fence to reach a better understanding of their fellow Americans.

White people got off the train.

Keith Pacheco,
Langhorne, PA

Sometime 1982-83. I took my German foreign exchange student to Chicago to visit the Museum of Science and Industry. We took the EL south from center city to the south side. As the the train kept heading south more and more white people left the train leaving only black people. I did not know at the time that south Chicago was mostly black. I became afraid since I had this 17 year old German girl in my charge so at the end of the line I took a cab to the museum even though I would normally walk as I do not like taxis. Reflecting back on this, I realize my internal racism was raising its ugly head as I had no logical reason to be afraid. No one was threatening, no one was acting out. Everyone was just having a normal day taking the train to wherever. Would not be concerned today.

Age 5 They don’t serve Mexicans

Mario Lopez,
Chicago, IL

Our family was on vacation on the way to visit family in Mexico and we went to some restaurant in Texas and after sitting unattended for almost an hour, my dad tells me “we’re going to have to go.” I asked him “Why?” and he tells me “they don’t serve Mexicans here.” Again I asked “but why? “We have money to pay don’t we?” my Dad says “of course we do.” I persisted “so why can’t they serve us, we’re not asking for anything for free?” He responds, “they just don’t serve Mexicans.” For many years I could not understand why a business would willingly lose out on making money by refusing to serve someone because of who they were.

White Slavery & The Myth of White Privilege

image35DeAnna Calderon,
Austin, TX.

I grew up poor in the Southside of Chicago. We were extremely poor and even homeless at times. Sleeping outside in the middle of winter when I was a child. When I was 22 I joined the Army. The treatment I faced as a woman in the military felt like it was 1954, instead of 2004. A man of any color was treated better than a female. When black people and white liberal suburbanites talk of “White Privilege” I asked myself, “Where was my ‘White Privilege'”?’ A lot of poor whites live in the same neighborhoods as blacks and Hispanics, go to the same schools, and work at the same jobs; yet, white privilege is thrown in our face as if we do not have the same struggles. Slavery didn’t start with the Atlantic Slave Trade and black people were not the only victims. In the Bible, Egypt (in Africa) enslaved the Jews. Millions of Europeans were enslaved by North Africans and brought back to the Barbary Coast (http://researchnews.osu.edu/archive/whtslav.htm). The first slaves in America didn’t come from Africa, but from Ireland. The Irish Slave Trade dropped the population in Ireland from 1,500,000 people to 600,000 within a decade. “African slaves were very expensive during the late 1600s (50 Sterling). Irish slaves came cheap (no more than 5 Sterling). If a planter whipped or branded or beat an Irish slave to death, it was never a crime. A death was a monetary setback, but far cheaper than killing a more expensive African” (http://www.africaresource.com/rasta/sesostris-the-great-the-egyptian-hercules/the-irish-slave-trade-forgotten-white-slaves/). The term slave actually comes from the Slavs or the ethnic Polish. The Slavs were enslaved by the Ancient Romans. Slavery even continues today in most countries, but the victims are women and children that are sold into sex trafficking. Life isn’t easy for anyone. The only privilege that exists today isn’t white, but green. Money and power will get you whatever you want. Michael Jordan, Russell Simmons, and other wealthy minorities have Green Privilege and with that privilege comes power.

Too white to be Native American

IMG_20140928_144303Simone,
Chicago, IL.

A lot of people say I look too white to be Native American. It’s tiring that my mom is full Cherokee while my dad was full blown Italian, all my other bothers came out darker than me and had brown eyes, I am the only girl int he family. As far as having light skin, but tan in the summer, dark hair with green eyes. I tell people that i am mixed but seem not to believe based on soley the skin color. To me skin color doesn’t matter on a base of streotyping people, but that’s what you get on people who choose to live inside the box rather than out.

You Sound White When You Talk

Parker Wood,
Chicago, IL

I grew up in the suburbs. Away from “hoods” and gang violence. I also did not grow up around my Black side of the family. My father married a white woman and her family is all I knew for a decade of my life. I was never out of touch with my culture, even growing up in a pre dominantly white area. For some reason when I got around other Black folks, I was made fun of. The way I dressed, talked, the things I like. I even got made fun of for wearing a dress shirt and slacks to a “Cookout”. I’ve experienced worse scenarios that cannot be mentioned. To say the least, why has most hatred come from my own people?

I’m American and proud of it!

Mary K Prizwan,
CHICAGO, IL

I’m not Hispanic, Greek. Italian, or Puerto Rican…I’m American, pretty much 3rd Generation Polish and according to DNA testing 20% Northern China. Go figure! Oh and it’s icky when you’re more concerned with my lineage than you are me! Stop giving my son Traffic Tickets because of the car he drives and his distinctively olive skin – he’s more American and Polish than his mother! And no I’m not denying my nationality – that’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard! I’m American and proud of it.

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