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I am, am I, truly Canadian?

Yosh Kasuga,
Canada.

Canada has the Charter of Rights and Freedoms and embraces multiculturalism on the surface and yet I wonder why as someone born in Canada…I don’t always feel as Canadian as the white Canadian. Why do people ask me where I am from? or where my parents are from? …really from? While no one asks my white friends the same question.

If culture evolves, as I believe it does… my question is when do my parent’s ethnic customs and other customs of other ethnicities become accepted as part of Canadian culture…or will Canadian culture only be associated with first immigrants of French and English origin?
If I don’t enjoy Hockey, Poutine, beaver tails or maple Syrup…does that make me less Canadian?

Always desired culture. I’m just white.

Cassandra Coats,
El Cajon, CA.

I grew up in a very multi-cultural school where being white was the minority. I was never teased for it, but I felt like I was missing out. I spent most of my childhood wishing I could be Asian, or Native American, or speak Spanish, etc. Sure, I have red hair and pale as pale white skin, but I’m no more “Irish” than anyone else in the US. We just assume that’s part of the mix. I felt left out, because I didn’t have a cultural identity. I was just white.

I don’t speak for my race!

Celesti Colds Fechter,
Tarrytown, NY.

I feel as though when I am the only African-American in a setting that I feel obligated to “speak” for other African-Americans. I will not do it and don’t ask me to do it. I had a job where I was the first African-American hired in a professional setting. I felt like an enigma. I am the only face of color in the room of over 50 people. It was not the first time this has happened but I felt as though I was the center of attention. When I started my job I told my co-workers, “I don’t dance and I will not speak for “all” Black people. It became a running joke that I was “teaching multi-cultural-ism” at lunch. I never felt more “Black” when I worked there. My co-workers were great it was the people who came in who were surprised to see me. I learned to be myself a long time ago and it became more important when I worked there.

Watching my children negotiate racial identity

Kim Y Edmonds
Baltimore, MD

The issue of race has evolved but we in the US are still struggling and clearly uncomfortable. Those probing questions that my children get (What are you? Which parent is black? Are you Puerto Rican? How did you get blue eyes? That blond hair could not have come your Mom, right?) may be out of curiosity but they are hurtful and rude. It shows an ignorance and lack of acceptance of our history. We are a multi-cultural society, so it is not logical to think that everyone will fall into once racial box. Plus we should know that race is a social construct to divide us all . Apparently it has worked. We still have a ways to go.

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