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Racism is part of our DNA

Russ Becker,
Durango, CO

My cousin, who grew up on a farm in central Indiana, was a farmer and an exceptionally nice guy. In his thirties he started dating a lovely gal who also grew up on a farm nearby. After several years of dating they developed a deep love for one another and decided to get married. Upon announcing their plans to her father, he became incensed and forbid his daughter from marrying my cousin. Although my cousin was also a Christian, he was not a Baptist. They honored her father’s wishes and separated. Six years later the father passed away. Shortly thereafter my cousin reunited with his girlfriend, and he married the love of his life.

False construct that still shapes us

David Meredith Hindman,
Williamsburg, VA

We know that race is not real – all humans share 99.9% DNA, and yet it has shaped our perceptions of one another as a supposedly easy way to differentiate people and has been used as a basis for power imbalances, oppression and domination. But this is a knowledge that, at best, is head knowledge, and so race continues to inform, shape and influence how we see each other and live with one another. I hope we can learn to see one another simply as beautiful, unique human beings and children of God and outgrow our current use of race as it often makes us White folks too big and our world too small.

I am 0.4% Sub-Saharan African

Mary Jo Latham-Martin,
Houston, TX

After being diagnosed with Essential Tremor, and being told it was hereditary, I started on a quest to learn about the father I never knew. My mom would never talk about him. I did genealogy and DNA testing and found he was a white boy from Kentucky, who was a sailor in WWII. My mom was a Marine and they met in San Diego. The DNA testing showed I have African ancestry. That was a big – but pleasant – surprise for a white girl. Pleasant because I’ve had many Black friends over the years; one of whom told me that that explained why I was so cool.
What wasn’t so pleasant was learning that I had slave-owning ancestors on both sides of my family. That made my heart sink, but it’s likely not that unusual for people with colonial American ancestry. I know I had nothing to do with that, but it pained me to discover that slaves in the early census data were only described by sex and age. It still hurts when I think of that. So, that part of my ancestry is a mystery I’ll never solve.

I’m “too white” or “too black”

Edison LaCour,
Orange County, CA.

I am a product of a biracial marriage, or now with my newfound knowledge from my Biological Anthropology class, a multiethnic marriage. While race is a social construct, this has not stopped me from feeling it’s effects from society. Biologically, it is said that behavior is influenced by mostly by biological factors innate to that person through their DNA. However, I feel like sometimes society can have a large effect on a person. In my case, I physiologically display African-American and Hispanic qualities. However, growing up in primarily the predominantly white suburbs of San Diego and Orange County, I believe I grew up to be a product of my environment, reflecting my surroundings. So I believe that people have stereotyped me based on my physiological ethnic characteristics and have treated me with prejudice because I don’t fit the cookie-cutter mold of the suburbs or the private catholic school I attended. On the flip side of that, people question my biological ethnic heritage by saying I’m not black because I act white or that I “don’t act black enough.” I have embraced my ethnic identity as a man of Creole (African-American and French), Mexican, Irish, and other European descendants and learned to brush off prejudices from anyone. I know what I am, and will stay true to myself as long as I live.

Family trees can tell you more

Isabella Evans,
Seaford, VA

Growing up I did not know much about my family tree. I only knew a select amount of my family. Digging further, I found out I have a Iranian great uncle on my mothers side and two half Iranian second cousins. On my fathers side, I have a German grandmother and a German great grandmother who are still around. Knowing I have different races in my family tree has told me so much about my family history and encouraged me to learn more about their past and experiences.

Asian and colonial pride and shame

Rena Brown,
United Kingdom

I’m a quarter Dutch burger born to a British father. My mother is half Scottish Highlander and half Dutch burger. The latter comes from various Europeans having children with the local Sri Lankan girls. The next Europeans preferred to have children with the mixed race girls because of their lighter skin and so on. I am a small part French, Dutch and Portuguese as well as the Sri Lankan. My mother’s mitochondrial DNA could not be identified. This brings home how much I am still connected to my Sri Lankan side. My mitochondrial DNA is from there and that of all my children as it only passes from mother to child.

The link to Asia is still recent as my grandmother was born in Malaysia and my mother in Singapore (where she was born a prisoner of war). With this intriguing history I was drawn to Asia and spent two years living in Hong Kong and learning the Cantonese language to satisfy my thirst, having met many Hong Kong students at university.

I don’t think a colonial past is something to be proud of, but I can be proud of my Sri Lankan DNA which forever links me too Asia even if only by a tiny bit.

Who am I supposed to be?

Cascada Blanca,
Troy, NY

For over half my life, I thought I was Puerto Rican. My grandparents lived in Puerto Rico, they spoke Spanish, they were engrained in a local community and knew a lot about the island. My family visited them at least once a year. My grandparents started teaching me about the island and I jumped in headfirst. I was excitedly learning Spanish, making friends there, and learning everything I could about the history and culture. It was so wonderful and I was so happy to be able to be a part of it. Until my identity turned out to be a lie and I was an idiot for believing that. I’m just a basic, racist white girl with no culture at all. I took a DNA test to see if there was anything I could fill the void with, but it just made me feel even worse. I can’t talk about this to anyone so I just keep lying to the people who know me.

Seasonal confusion; your problem not mine

myracecardpict.009Courters,
Bay Area, CA.

I grew up in a latin home, of a first generation born parent. By DNA–I am native-american sicilian. I was raised with latin catholic, tibetan, native american, and sicilian culture. As a child, in my desert neighborhood, I stayed dark and it was rarely noticed that I was not “technically” latin (plus I spoke spanish). When I was a teen, we relocated to a colder climate and I bundled up and became so pale so quickly that my worried parents sent me to the doctors! In my new (differently diversified) area, the assumption was that I was white, and therefor innately understood that cultural perspective. It is a mild understatement to say that I did not, and it was continuously detrimental until my early adulthood. I currently live in a latin neighborhood, and when I am out and about, people approach me in spanish–but only during the summer months. Can’t we just engage authentically and drop the preconceived notions?

Define race. Ha I thought so!

Nicole,
Irvine, CA

Who can give a clear definition of race? Does that definition “A race is a grouping of humans based on shared physical or social qualities into categories generally viewed as distinct within a given society” sound familiar?-most of us don’t even know our ancestry until we take DNA tests so can we really label ourselves a certain race?

DNA 99.9% same. Humans are dumb.

Lars Olsen,
Honolulu, HI

I am white, Viking white… yet I have experienced racism. We humans are strange creatures. It’s great that we all want to express our individuality, our uniqueness. It’s also great that we want to belong, to something, some group. What I find sad is that in doing this great things, somehow, someway, it becomes about one being better than another. Why can’t we just accept each other and celebrate the diversity. Black and white is boring, color is amazing.

Never keep secrets from your children.

I. Lulu,
San Antonio, TX.

I was 52 when I confirmed what I had long dodged: I was adopted — more like appropriated — at birth. Back then and in my part of the world (Texas), those things happened. My adoptive parents are on my birth certificate as the birth parents. Whatya gonna do, right? I have very little knowledge of where I came from — just gossip. My father died without telling me the truth, and my mother had Alzheimer’s pickling her brain when I found out so she couldn’t help me too much. Therefore I have no personal history. But I know that I belong to the great human race (there is only one race, you know) and that the people on this planet are related. That’s all that I can vouch for. Beyond that, I am hoping NatGeo and Family DNA give me a bit more information.

My African Curls, Scottish White Skin

William (Bill) Roderick Wilson,
United Kingdom

Where did I get my curls ?
Growing up in Scotland in the 1950’s I was one of 5 kids in a happy rural home in Perthshire. My father was Dr William Wilson, a hospital Consultant in Perth, my mother a nurse. His father John had been a Minister in the Church of Scotland, a complete shift from what was socially expected as all previous generations had been coal miners. This was only possible because his mother, the formidable Euphemia McCulloch, determined that none of her 7 sons would go down the pits. She put them all through university with her sewing machine. My grandfather said he never went to sleep other than to the sound of his mother’s sewing machine.

We would sometimes speculate where the curls that were scattered through our family might have come from. My father’s curls were even tighter than mine. At school I was called Willy the Wog which embarrassed me as I didn’t know what a Wog was.

I had no interest in my family history, and it was only when my cousin (another John) began researching it that he came up with the fact that one ancestor, James Wilson had emigrated to the US in 1766, fought against the British in the War of Independence and signed the Declaration of Independence, becoming one of the founding fathers of the US.
John’s research also gave him an interesting idea. He was able to trace the mining Wilson’s all the way back to 1489 (several called William) because until 1833 miners in Scotland were the property of the mine owners. That made them valuable serfs or slaves, so good records were kept. If a mine owner did not own enough miners he would sometimes import slaves from Africa – so John asked ‘might this have been where our family curls came from?’

I took a DNA test and was astonished and delighted to find that my ethnicity estimate included 3.4% African (2.4% North Africa and 1.1% Nigerian). Both these are slave areas and this would be consistent with ancestors being brought across in the early 1700s.

Suddenly as a proud Scot I have even more to be proud of and if I am honest I am still trying to get my head around all that it means. However, I am glad to have the chance to give my story to The Race Card Project.
Bill Wilson June 2021
Perth, Scotland

Same DNA but born this way

Lily,
Lake Forest, CA.

Currently taking Biological Anthropology and am finding it both fascinating and eye-opening. My six words are an excerpt from Lady Gaga’s song “Born This Way”. It probably looks corny or, perhaps, cliché but I did put some thought into it!
When I had first heard those lyrics, I had to research the validity because I had not studied human DNA before. Finding-out that we (humans) are fundamentally identical was relieving. I also learned that individuals that are closest to the equator tend to be darker skinned and skin tone becomes lighter the farther one’s self or ancestry is away from the equator. With the knowledge that we are fundamentally identical and skin color is based on your latitude, do you think more people would be more accepting to other races and not be too quick to pass judgment?

My DNA can’t recall my RACE!?

Screen-Shot-2015-11-25-at-2.26.47-AM1Mckenzie C,
Sacramento, CA.

Science tells us that race cannot be found in our DNA. There is not one person that could find out about an individuals race based solely on DNA, because it is simply not there. The cool thing about this; DNA is the one and only thing that contains our whole genetic makeup, its who we are, and therefore race has nothing to do with who we are (at least it shouldn’t). Race according to our DNA is not of importance it is simply not real, race was made up solely on humans assumptions of each other. Race needs to end here.

You do not look white

Evan Arce,
Orlando, FL

My father was ginger with blue/green eyes. My mother was milk-white with black hair. My kids have brown and dirty blonde hair. DNA tests say I best match people of Italian and southern Greek descent. Some people seem to think otherwise? They always have since I was a kid. I think our race and ethnicity categories need an overhaul. The options are narrow and can often be misleading for people. What do you think I look like?

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