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I am the ‘perfect’ eldest grandchild

Jordan Esparza,
Houston, TX

I was always told to be the example of what to do. I come from a mixed family and everyone has the same expectations. On my dad’s side, I am supposed to represent my hispanic heritage, but on my mom’s side, I must represent my white heritage. I am the oldest compared to my younger siblings, and cousins. I am the first grandchild, the example. I was always told that I must set the example for my little cousins and siblings. I must never go against my families wishes, or I would be disappointing. My white side of the family sees me as a “burrito baby”. I was called that since I’ve been born. I call myself white because I am white passing, even though I have much more heritage than the average white person. I am the ‘perfect’ eldest grandchild, that calls herself white because I’m scared of what everyone else will think about me. No 17 year old should worry about what race she is.

Waiting for my caramel macchiato grandbabies.

Yvette Sandoval,
Riverside, CA.

I am Gaelic (Scottish & Irish), Celtic (Welsh), English, Scandinavian (Swedish), Native American Indian (if recently a discovered lineage holds to further research) – basically, a typical All American Heinz 57! When my daughter and her husband give me grandchildren, they will be all of that plus Mexican and other White ethnicities from my husband’s ancestors AND black from my son-in-love. Oh, I so can not wait – but I must. CBU HIS311 Minorities in America

More colors more stories more gratitude

mebwPenny Shaff Altman,
Portland, ME.

My father told me stories drawn from his childhood in the Ukraine. My mother told me stories about her life growing up as a Jewish immigrant. I told stories to my children. I tell them to my grandchildren. My youngest grandson’s great grandmother is famous for her stories of Gullah Gitchee and West African heritage and the history of her island. We are richer for being part of different stories.
If we share the same stories and mix our colors, we will be one.

The difference is culture, not color.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERABrenda Ward,
Schaumburg, IL.

The color of our skin has nothing to do with who we are. It is where we live, who raises us, our family traditions, our geography. We try to peg the differences on color because it is easier to see and understand and our lack of interest in exploring and appreciating the culture of others is the real problem. This photo is my mom and some of her grandbabies.

Nobody knows I’m NOT the enemy!

Marlene Krantz,
Miami, FL.

I’m lily white with blonde hair. I have black children and black grandchildren. In 1980 I married an African American man and we had 2 daughters. I lost custody of my 10 year old son because of discrimination. I really feel sad about all this discrimination around the world.

PROUD FATHER OF MULTIRACIAL CHILDREN.

David Reising,
Peoria, IL

My first wife and I adopted 2 bi-racial boys in ’69, a girl in 71 and another girl in ’74, Had a biological boy in ’79 and a biological girl in ’84. Lived a nice quiet life until the boys started school, and quickly learned that the primarily white school wasn’t ready for an infusion of children of color. So, we moved to a more diverse neighborhood and new schools. About 6 years, life was good. Then, as the girls got into the pre-teen years, we found that they were never invited to share in birthday events with their classmates. So, we changed schools. It was a very good decision for the girls. Their classrooms were very diverse and life got back to “normal” so to speak.
As the children grew, matured, and entered into their adult lives, and started having our grandchildren, we were overjoyed.
In 2004, my first wife passed away from a heart condition. In 2008, I remarried and my present wife has embraced all my children and grandchildren with open arms and cares for them deeply.
We are now both in our 70’s and can look back and the journey we both were on and consider ourselves especially blessed by the love we feel in the family and have frequent gatherings to share the events of all members of the group.
D. Reising.

I don’t know Inez’s last name.

Rosemary Brinson Siipola,
Kalama, WA.

Reflecting on growing up in Duplin County, North Carolina, my Grandma Cora was the matriarch of a large family. Inez was her helper, confidant, friend and nurse for decades. My sister and I loved her and we played with her grandchildren. Over 50 years later, I think about Inez and I realize I don’t know her last name. Why is that? I hope her beautiful family is carrying on sharing her caring spirit with their lives. Inez meant the world to Grandma and to me, too.

Africans; unite, mobilise, prosper and LEAVE!!

Mike Cruickshank,
England.

As an an Afro person, I feel that the dominant society (people who call themselves White) have subtle and blatant ways to say “You are other”.
Perfect example… These things called micro-agressions are the new way to say ” this is the society. You will always be outsiders, tolerated only”. When it was blatant (segregation), it meant that we HAD to work together as Afro people to prosper. Now that the myth of integration is sold, the achievers move into the dominant society and are swallowed. I am the living example. I love my wife (classified as white), but my Afro culture will be erased in 2 or 3 generations; I’ll be an old faded picture that my children and grandchildren will discuss…

This project is a brilliant way to open the debate properly; maybe people can face the reality of “race relations” in the world.

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