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A melting pot or mixing bowl?

Campbell Peters,
Catonsville, MD

“The U.S. is a melting pot.” All cultures, religions, ethnicities, and races combined to form our country. But are we really melted together? Systemic racism separates us all, whether it is intentional bias or accidental comments that have racial undertones, America is not a melting pot. Rather it’s a mixing bowl, where everything is mixed together but often not truly combined into one unified nation. Growing up in this type of society, makes me hope that the future generations can live up to the “melting pot” title and minimize the amount of racism and prejudice in our lives.

South Texas Born, Melting Pot Raised

Jerheme Urban,
Trinity University

I am very proud of the fact that I was born in south Texas, a location steeped with history and tradition. It is also an area that is a melting pot of race, culture, and economic diversity- with a heavy blue collar, agrarian influence. After traveling/working across the country, I have really grown to appreciate the fact that my area of upbringing really embraces other cultures and the races that usually embody those cultures. Like all areas of the world, there are still unfortunate stereotypes that need to still need to be talked about and broken down; however, all in all, I believe that I was heavily influenced by the melting pot I was exposed to during my formative years…an environment that encouraged acceptance of another’s culture, musical taste, and career choices. We honored hard work, and realized that race had no bearing on how hard you worked.

Being biracial and adopted is complicated

IMG_4606Lauren Juanita Hines,
Alexandria, VA.

I am the American melting pot personified: born to a Mexican father and Caucasian (white, mostly Irish) mother, raised by a Lebanese mother and a German-Irish father. I remember weddings as a child where we all danced the Middle Easter dabke. Cousins on the other side of the family won awards for Irish dancing. Now my Mexican family blows up my phone with renditions of Mañanitas on my birthday. It’s a huge family: Catholic on all sides.

I believe in the hyphen!

3-Compressed (1)Roberto Jara,
Alto, MI.

It drives me nuts when people say, “Let’s all be color blind, forget our cultures of origin and just be ‘American,’ instead of ‘Latin-American,’ ‘Asian-American,’ etc. I can be American and preserve by culture of origin! Those of us who come from cultures other than the dominant Northern European Culture, have something to contribute to North America as our country evolves. Life would be boring without Chinese food, Salsa music, etc. I’m proud to be Mexican-American. My suspicious side suspects that when people say, “Let’s just all be American,” that they just want me to forget my culture and be absorbed into their dominant Northern European culture and story. The story needs to grow! My ancestors didn’t come across on the Mayflower, they waded across the river and I am not ashamed. I’m proud of what they have done to make this country better by not being absorbed into a melting pot, but making a wonderful stir-fry of people from all kinds of beautiful cultures living side by side and creating a whole better than the sum of the parts!

I believe in the melting pot.

Dustin F. Hecker,
Needham, MA.

Identity politics will be the death of the grand American National experiment. In my humble opinion, we need to stop focusing on the 2% of our DNA that makes us look different than others and focus on the 98% of our DNA that makes us really quite similar. That does not mean we should ignore race or racial prejudice, when it exists. But we must learn to define ourselves as something other than the skin color, or gender, or ethnicity with which we were born. The content of one’s character, I thought, matters much more.

Race: no reason to be afraid.

Sam Kadish,
Newton, MA.

Race is incredibly important to our history. It should be a sidebar in our future. America is the great melting pot; too many people have stopped being proud of that. Race should add color to life; it should add life to culture. America will eventually fail if race remains the first way we judge others. The reality we live in, need not be the reality for our grandchildren. Our personalities, charity, economic realities, heritage and abilities should define us, not the color of our skin. We should be able to joke about each other’s races without fearing deep insult. If brown people have taken over half the businesses on Main Street, it should be an observation: I’m sad that bob’s barbershop is gone but you are happy about the great burrito joint next door. It need not make any body nervous that more names on this years baseball cards are latino. We are changing; get over it.

Wow, you are the melting pot.

1441486_10153418321285696_397983209_nNatalie Mariam Pattillo
Alpine, TX

It always seems that my ethnic background becomes a guessing game at dinner parties. Even strangers will come up to me and ask me “what are you..wait, let me guess…egyptian, hispanic, black.,? Usually, I want to say “I’m a human” but I allow the guessing game to continue until they’ve guessed incorrectly enough times or I’ll applaud them for being somewhat regionally correct. I’m culturally quirky, I’ve decided, but my ethnic make-up consists of 50 percent Caucasian, 25 percent Indian, and 25 percent Malay. I was born in Singapore but raised mostly in Texas. This typically gets the response , “wow, you are the melting pot”.

Melting-pot Melungeon: Not “Other!” Try “Most.”

DSC_5396Marion Reid Kee
Redmond, WA

Some of my ancestors went through a lot so that I could be “white” and not have to know about them as African, Native American, Eastern Mediterranean. Others who were considered white may not have been free. Some of my Celtic ancestors were forcibly resettled by the English. Others were captives of the Spanish. And some of them were the English, the Hessian mercenaries, the lowland Germans fleeing religious wars, the Native peoples of the Ohio Valley. My people have been in Appalachia for fourteen generations, some of them probably for much longer. Back in Jamestown days, people married where they could, and if they wanted freedom they went to the mountains.

Melungeon- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melungeon

Not Racist, Not Privileged, Just White.

4-28-14Francis Skony,
Chicago, IL.

Being an almost 40 year old man from Chicago, I’ve always grown up with a melting pot of friends, acquaintances, co-workers. I do not judge anyone by their race – I will have an opinion based on how some present themselves to the world. If you have no respect and no manners for others, regardless of your race – how do you expect me to have any respect back? You look at me, and think that I somehow lead some sort of charmed life because I am a White man, where from my point of view, I have had less privilege because I am not a minority.

I had a rough split family life. I had trouble in school, but I still worked hard to make it through. There were no scholarships so that I could go to college just because of the color of my skin. I never got a job just because I was a white guy, and I see more and more that because companies want to be “Diverse” that that means – Look at any candidate but a White man. (And this was actually done for a high level position in my company). I have worked as hard as I could for every scrap I could get Usually surrounded by Minorities and Women, and still can’t get ahead – But I really try to never feel negative about it. I actually am a member of my company’s Black Business Resource Council, and our Diversity Council, because I truly enjoy working with, and learning from all of the people that I can – But I can also tell that people of different races look down on me, even as I try to engage – thinking I am not genuine. I grew up in diversity – and I hate the reverse racism that I am constantly faced with.

As I get older, it is more of a struggle to NOT succumb to becoming racist myself back at them. It is hard for me to understand how it is somehow all my fault because I am a White man. Black kids don’t apply themselves and do well in schools – It’s my fault as a white man, or because the white mayor doesn’t care about the Black kids – Not because the parents aren’t pushing their children. Black Kids shoot each other in their neighborhoods, and it’s my fault because I am a white man, not because their parents aren;t making sure they are in by curfew.

Can’t get a job? my fault because I am a white man, not because you present yourself like a thug or a hoochie girl.. Maybe if we just realized that we are all PEOPLE, going through the same struggles…That I had to go to the neighborhood Public School same as you. That I struggled in school – same as you. That I have struggled in work, just like you – I have been fired unfairly – just like you. I am scared of Cops – just like you. But instead of making an excuse out of any of it – I try to work harder, to find a better way, to be law abiding and respectful. To constantly improve, and to engage, and to see everyone as people just like me. I feel sometimes though, that no effort is made back towards me in return and I have to suffer the slings and arrows of History- Just because I am a White Man

White Privilege Asian Wife Still get it…

Lee,
Queens, NY.

I live in NYC. A melting pot no? I am one of the few people where I work who is white American. I have a lot of experience but there are people there that have more experience than me and are better then me. I make at a minimum $15 more per hour then they do… I was immediately placed in a management position. I asked about this about 2 months into the job and was told “You know the clients are more comfortable talking to a guy like you. You are very articulate when you speak and the other guys…” Everyone I work with is very smart and articulate. I’m just the token white guy. So I get paid more, don’t have to work weekends and have more vacation time than people that have been working for years. My wife is Chinese, very very attractive (I often wonder what she is doing with a guy like me) and younger than me (7 years). When we are in Chinatown we get the most glaring stares of disapproval. We where even denied service at a restaurant. I had one white guy come up to us and ask me what website I got her from because he tried two and a few thousand dollars and all he got was one busted chink. My family only gets her Hello Kitty crap for Christmas. I could go on and on. But you know… Racism is alive and well all over the world. I am fully aware of my privilege and always have been aware. I use it to my full advantage when ever possible. From talking to the police a few times to making more money and a lot in between. Until humans melt into one “race” racism will always continue. Trying to stop/end racism is like beating a dead horse.

“What are you? Where’re you from?”

racecardBettina Sferrino,
Oakland, CA.

As a mixed race person, I get these questions all the time. The persons asking have a strong desire to know and place the “other,” and a feeling that somehow the persons asking these questions can’t move forward interacting with me without knowing that information. I can’t help but think for many people, that information gives them a feeling of power (like knowing a name). Furthermore, these words imply that mixed people look so different, we must be from somewhere else–not America. Wouldn’t logic tell us that our “melting pot” and “mixing bowl” of cultures would make people who look like me the norm?

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