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Our boys died for your kind

Deborah Halperin,
Bloomington, IL

A man said this to me while we were in line at the post office. I was 18 and had just moved from Hawaii to Iowa for college. I am part Chinese and Filipino. I look Asian. He must have thought I was Vietnamese? Korean? I was caught off guard. I said nothing. No one ever said anything like that to me. In Hawaii we all look “hapa” but not on the mainland.

Your family isn’t your “real” family

205961_269253959754124_6583323_nAnonymous,
Des Moiones, IA.
Drake University

This is what my mom was told in 1954 when social services came into her home and removed her and all of her siblings from her mom. At that time they were truly poor and were having a hard time finding enough food to eat. Her mother had a dysfunctional relationship with her husband and her younger children did have different fathers. My mom’s father was black. All of her older siblings were white and her two youngest siblings had a hispanic father. My mom did not realize that she was racially different from her siblings until the State of Iowa told her “that they were going to find her real family”. Four of her siblings were able to stay together the twins were adopted by family and her two brothers directly under her were adopted together. Over time, my grandmother did regain custody of three of the 8 children that were taken by the state once she married the hispanic man who was the father of her two youngest children. My mom however, was in an orphanage waiting for her real family. She did have occasional visits with her family until she was sent to live with the THomas Family who were and respectable, and black. My mom did not know that her siblings missed never stopped looking for their sister. It took 40 years but in 1994 my mom was reunited with her “Real” Family.

Your family isn’t your “real” family

205961_269253959754124_6583323_nAnonymous,
Des Moiones, IA.
Drake University

This is what my mom was told in 1954 when social services came into her home and removed her and all of her siblings from her mom. At that time they were truly poor and were having a hard time finding enough food to eat. Her mother had a dysfunctional relationship with her husband and her younger children did have different fathers. My mom’s father was black. All of her older siblings were white and her two youngest siblings had a hispanic father. My mom did not realize that she was racially different from her siblings until the State of Iowa told her “that they were going to find her real family”. Four of her siblings were able to stay together the twins were adopted by family and her two brothers directly under her were adopted together. Over time, my grandmother did regain custody of three of the 8 children that were taken by the state once she married the hispanic man who was the father of her two youngest children. My mom however, was in an orphanage waiting for her real family. She did have occasional visits with her family until she was sent to live with the THomas Family who were and respectable, and black. My mom did not know that her siblings missed never stopped looking for their sister. It took 40 years but in 1994 my mom was reunited with her “Real” Family.

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.

I didn’t ask to be white!

Molly Hilton
Troy, MI

If skin color is the simply the product of birth, then why do I inherit the guilt associated with being white? I moved to Detroit at the age of 42. This is the most segregated region in the country. Why? Why are white people so hated here? I try to be friendly and chat like I would have in my west Michigan hometown, but I have learned “mixing” is inappropriate here.

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