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Indian dad, European mom, identified Latina.

11-1Nisha Balaram,
Oakland, CA.

My dad would joke around, saying that my mom couldn’t help but fall in love with him when she first saw him. My mom was usually busy in the kitchen at the time, and would smile and roll her eyes in response to his comment; when the pungent scent of lentils and turmeric finally filled the house, jokes were put aside. Growing up, my mom occasionally laughed and said that if she had any more freckles on her arms, she’d be considered brown too. But I prefer the differences between my parents; they are not perfect, but they are a perfect combination. Growing up, our small family of four was geographically isolated from extended family members, with our relatives dispersed across the U.S. and India. During high school, I found a home in various Latino cultures, and was drawn to the many traditions and large family gatherings. Now reflecting back, I cherish the connection I had with being an “honorary Latina,” because it is within that culture that I found a sense of belonging. However, this same sense of belonging reminds me of my complex roots and the opportunity I have within my own family to connect myself with an intricate and beautiful network. After all, we are all human, and have so much to learn from each other.

So much more than just “white”

Candace,
USA

I am white. I hold ancestry from several European countries but identify strongest with my Italian side. I am proud to be third generation Italian American. I grew up knowing and loving my nonna who was born in Italy and devouring the stories of my family who fled to the United States as refugees under the Mussolini regime. I have cousins who still live there. I speak and love the Italian language. I have traditions. I have stories. I have food. My Italian last name is constantly mispronounced. My eyebrows are thick and my hair is curly. People ask to touch it, a lot. My skin is white but distinctly olive. My eyes are hazel green. I’m frequently asked “what are you?”, called exotic, and I’ve had a racial slur or two dropped about me. But wait…..those things are micro aggressions right? Nah. Turns out it’s not a micro aggression if the answer to “what are you?” is something European. But my least favorite comment of all? It’s the people who have never met me who want to erase my history and just call me “white” aka boring, bland, the oppressor, the one with no culture. White is a skin tone, and a very subjective one. Of course there’s no culture, because white isn’t a culture! We have the same rich diversity of nationalities as any other race. I am proud to support anti-racism and social equity, I’m proud to listen and amplify the voices of my BIPOC friends and neighbors. I’m proud to live in an America working so hard to stamp out institutionalized racism and celebrate diversity. And you know what? I am equally proud of my family history, because it’s a part of that diversity. I’m so much more than just “white”.

I look white & I’m not racist.

Lynn,
Great Falls, SC.

I tend to look white; especially when not in the sun. I’m actually a mix of: European (German, Irish, & British), Native American (Seminole, Cherokee, & Muskogee Creek), Black (African -sub-sahara regions- and Melanesian), and Middle Eastern (Syrian, Turkish, Indian (India) & Iranian)…….Somehow I ended up looking more European instead……I hate being called racist, bigot, and white supremacist…I’m not. Just because my genetics chose to appear more of European than my other ethnicity doesn’t mean I’m against anyone of any race, creed, sexuality, or religion. I’m a human being. I would love if we could have HUMAN to choose as a box for race instead of all the other stuff…..It’s hard to check one box because I’m so mixed…..But I have to go with what I physically look like.

Indian, European, past enemies collide kindly.

Photo-on-8-26-15-at-5.09-PMHarleen Thind,
American Canyon, CA.

The reason why I chose these six words are because my mother and father are of different races, my father is European and my mother is Indian. Indians and Europeans were enemies in the past, they despised each other in the worst of ways. My father decided not to care if my mother was indian or not, he cared about how her eyes looked when they met his. He cared about her personality and how good her heart really was, not about her race and their past differences. India was the jewel in Britain’s Imperialist crown; indeed Queen Victoria bore the title of “Empress of India.” The British East India Company had conquered the last independent Indian state in 1848, and although some uprisings occurred from time to time, British rule was complete. By 1858, India was ruled by the British Parliament in London and administered by a tiny all white civil service in India. Although, this racial occurrence occurred my father and mother still collided with each other in a yet kind way, Indians used to despise Europeans and now they are allies. This is hard cold truth that race does not matter. Race shouldn’t matter, race is only a name hovering over your head informing people what ethnic back round you came from, what race you are and what past history you have.

My race is human. I agree we all look different but so do dogs, their the same species though, but different breeds, its the same thing with humans, different breed but same species. A lot of “other” people might add to this by saying that there is no equality. Equality is a whole new topic but that is the whole point of race, to be identified and equal, the same. If your black (African American) you hang out with a group of them, if your white (American) you hang out with a group of them, if your Asian you hang out with a group them, its all part of a process that is never ending. Racism is always going to exist, it existed thousands of years ago, why wouldn’t history repeat itself? Sometimes, we all judge each other based upon what color our skin is, what color eyes we have, what color our hair is and last but not least what type of person we are. Judging people is what ties the string with race relations. Inequality is a big issue all over the world as well as race relations, race relations fits smugly in the folder of inequality. The world is struggling to realize that what matters is that we are just human, not Black (Not being racist in any way) , not White, not Mexican and not Asian, we are only…human. All in all, even with past collisions there can still be a peace between races.

America’s Dominant Race is HUMAN Race

Son-and-his-cousinSarah Sanchez,
Midvale, UT.

I am Hispanic, black and European but you couldn’t tell by looking at me and I am okay with that. I believe that there may always be a larger number of a particular race through out America but that does not make them the majority nor minority. I I feel that no matter what color you are or where you came from we are all brothers and sisters of the Human Race.

Oh, where’s your accent from?

Martyna,
Manassas, VA

When I started working in the local pizza place one of the Hispanic girls said to me: “First time I met you I thought you’re only a basic white girl but then I heard you talking and I realized you’re European so that’s kinda interesting.” Every day someone asks me where I’m from or comments on my accent. For some reason, men think that just because I’m European they can approach me at any time just to talk about “how I like America” and then say that “my English is great”. Guess what? I’m European and cute (and sometimes afraid of being rude) and that doesn’t mean I want to talk to you at all.

Go Ahead and Call Me Cracker

Jackie Barclay
USA

Years ago, I had a run-in at a convenience store with a black woman who apparently hated me because I’m white. I didn’t know the woman and had never gone to that store before but she started calling me a huzz, a bitch, etc. Just when I was getting angry enough to call her a n*****, she called me a Cracker. That one caught me up short and I burst out laughing and said, “Yeah, well, I’m a Ritz,” and walked out of the store.

So “Cracker” doesn’t bother me. There are dozens of flavors of crackers, all delicious. And that taught me to refuse to let anyone make me ashamed of my European heritage.

Have Pride in your European Heritage!

Caleb Boc Steele,
Wayne State,
Trenton, MI

I’ve seen a lot of things recently that allude to white guilt or white privilege or other things like so I’d just like to remind people to have pride in where they come from, no matter where. I think all people should have pride in their heritage and carry on their traditions and I just don’t want to see European culture die out. For instance, I’m Polish so in a millennia from now I’d like to still see Polish people wearing traditional Polish clothes doing the Polka. The same goes for all cultures. Similarly, in a millennia, I’d like to see Native Americans in traditional Native American clothes doing traditional Native American dances. Everybody has a right to their people and their culture and the only way that I know of to continue that is for people to take pride in their heritage and continue on their traditions, to me it’s just that simple.

AMERICAN DISGRACE: SLAVERY? GENOCIDE, AMERICAN INDIAN

John Austin,
Park Hill, OK.

We always seem to begin every discussion of race and race relations in America with some mention or reference to the enslavement of black Africans. Their import to the mainland U.S. to be used as draft animals in a “White” America. To say, a sad, disgusting, devastating, illicit event in the early history of this country, would be understatement. Simple proof once again that the most inhuman forms of oppression, pain and suffering foisted on humans, is not created and perpetuated by unseen forces, which we cannot control, but by those of us who claim humanity as our “race”.

This is the point of beginning? It’s as if we have “whitewashed” the American psyche and history. That the White man, the WASP, has always been here, and has always been the CEO of what it means to be American. Being American has always meant being a white European. REALLY?

I contend that the race card in America was played long before, with the wholesale genocide and internment of the American Indian. There were no marches for the civil rights of an oppressed people. Only the long Trail of Tears. There were no Martin Luther King’s to inspire civil disobedience. Only the wholesale eradication of the SAVAGE, HEATHEN, REDSKIN, TIMBERNIGGER, INJUN, SQUAW. All in the name of, what? Progress? The settlement of the Wild West? The Chistianization of an indigenous race? The superiority of one ethnic group over another? OWNERSHIP? In this context whom do we designate the “Illegal Immigrant”

There was unrest, there was all out war, a defense of “our way of life”. And finally, the inevitable, the succumbing. There is still, now, unrest and war, a defense of “our way of life” our “culture”. But, is that way of life/culture steeped in the cognitive dissonance of “White is Right” being American means being white?

The shame associated with being American Indian was so great that when The Bureau of Indian Affairs created the Rolls, there was a wholesale denial of ethnicity. Therefore, my degree of Indian blood is less than half as much as it should be. I grew up white, the son of a White Anglo-Saxon Protestant minister and an educator who was Choctaw. Did I reap the benefits of that “white” upbringing, was there a certain amount of privilege? Possibly, yes. I was not taught that I was somehow superior or better or right because I was mostly white. I was taught that we are all equal regardless of ethnicity or belief. I succumbed to the belief that America was in fact a melting pot and that in spite of the transgressions of our early history in America we as Americans are better off because we are that hodge-podge of differing beliefs and ethnicities.

The one constant throughout American History is change. Change, from a land of indigenous peoples who did not own the land but believed themselves to belong to that land, to a land of ownership. Ownership of the land, and people and a feeling of superiority and accomplishment. Will there finally be a succumbing? Will there be a succumbing to the truth that America is a hodge-podge, conglomeration, melting pot, mishmash, potluck of ethnicity and color. Can we learn to forgive ourselves, our past inequities and begin to live as if we are all truly equal? Can we truly accept that we are all part of one race, the human race and that we all suffer and have a valid story to tell?

Can you imagine, a world, a country, where you could walk out each day and proclaim, “here I am! This is who I am!”, and the world, could see you for who you truly are and the only thing that would be said to you, without bias or judgment or condition, “we love you just the way you are!” You say, “what crazy idyllic nonsense!” But, is it, really? And, maybe you are right, but how will we ever know whether it’s just a silly romantic dream, or whether it’s something that can exist? If it can’t even begin with you and me, where else can it begin? How can we ever change the world if we continually judge and condemn and marginalize others because they have a differing belief, color or ethnicity than we do? Imagine for a moment that we truly accept and love each other for who we are without bias and judgment and then we begin to learn how to do that with the next person we meet and the next and the next, and they in turn begin to do the same with those they meet, it’s not long before you can truly see that it’s not just some romantic idyllic Dreamer’s world, but that it can be the world we live in!! A world, with care, acceptance, and Love, doesn’t sound half bad to me. How about you?

To paraphrase Dietrich Bonhoffer:

We must learn to regard people less in light of what they do or omit to do, their color or ethnicity, and more in the light of what they suffer. Judging others makes us blind, whereas love is illuminating. By judging others we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just as entitled to as we are.” 

Participate, demonstrate, resist, disrupt, write your congressman, support those that oppose the tyranny and the fight against perpetuating the nightmare. Stand up and speak out for what you believe, for what is right in the name of love, human kindness and acceptance, whatever the cost. NO TO HATE, NO TO RACISM, NO TO BIGOTRY, NO TO RELIGIOMISIA. Remember the chant of those at the 1968 Democratic National Convention, “The whole world’s watching, the whole world’s watching!”

Stop trying to box me in

Zeren
New York City, NY

I’m a mixed ethnicity Palestinian-Arab, European, Afghan American…I naturally have light skin, eyes and hair as many Arabs, whites and Afghans do. But I grew up in China where I was a minority on more than one count, not just my skin color, but my ethnicity and my nationality kept me separate from my peers. Now that I’m back in America, my light skin and my passport blind strangers to my true identity and I am so lost. Alienated from everyone; not Arab enough, not Afghan enough, not white enough, not Chinese enough, not American enough. Let me self identify as the human being that I am, and let me try to have some peace and quiet from all the judgment I get because of my appearance and the way I grew up.

My Gorgeous Mulatto Daughter Is European

Ehron,
Belgium.

My daughter was born in the United States to a black mother, but a dual citizen and I raised her with the eurorequirement to the mentality to live and present in Europe, so I always refer to her as European, not American. When she walks the streets of Belgium and speaks French, people think she was born here although she obviously looks like a mulatto, and do not believe when told she was born in the United States to an American mother, because most Europeans hate American women and know these women are the worst mothers. Europeans think her European stepmother is her mother and she was raised European/Belgian not American, because she has European/Belgian behavior and mentality. European men hate and stay away from American born women if they are raised by American mothers, but European men accept my American born, European/Belgian raised daughter as European and know she will make an excellent mother and wife to his children. In politically correct America, where women are corrupted by Feminism, this view is considered racist, but it is correct and all European men know to stay away from American women, especially black ones, who only want a walking wallet and selfishly deprive their children of fathers. I am one of the few European men who made this mistake to let a American woman be the mother of my child, but unlike weak willed American men I did not let this American woman bankrupt me or raise my child with the Ugly American mentality. Because of this my daughter is European and will never be viewed as a black or American.

I’m Pavla Pletkova. And I’m black.

13176_10100523263562992_6748221724506443155_nPavla Pletkova,
VA.

Looking at my picture you could never tell. Listening to me speak you could never tell. What I’ve been told is I look like a “regular light skinned black girl”. But little do they know I’m far from regular.

As far as I know, I have never met another Czech-Ghanaian person, well, except for my younger brother. I was born in the Czech and am fluent. Growing up I never realized the dynamics of my unique situation.

As I got older, I found out that having a “white” name had some advantages: I get called back for interviews, apparently more than I “should”. I have been told more than once in an interview (queue the HR generalists), “oh,….nice to meet you. I was expecting a 6 foot white European girl”. Welp, you got a 5’9″ one!

But I also found out that not looking the part, was sometimes a disadvantage: I was once told by a classmate during my undergraduate years, that the only reason one of several big companies was recruiting me was because I was black and a female.

So even though i am not one ounce African-American, because of my looks, I get treated like a black female in America gets treated, and because of that I sympathize with the black experience in America.

I thought you’d be something else?

IMG_0465Natilee Pinedo,
Chino, CA.

Whenever I tell someone that I am a hundred percent Mexican, I always get a look as if I am telling a joke. Just because I have light skin, green eyes and light colored hair people automatically assume I am some type of European. Someone’s race should not be determined solemnly based on skin color because every race has a diverse set of characteristics and features.

I am not WHITE…

not whiteRyan Lewandowski,
Tustin, CA.

I may look white, but I am 1/4 Lebanese (Middle Eastern) and 3/4th European (Irish, Polish, and Finnish)… So I don’t eat traditional American foods and I don’t feel entitled because I look white… I am a third generation immigrant! CBU-HIS311

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