I’m the future, can’t you see?
Why are people always so curious about what my racial makeup is? They treat it like it’s a game- like they’re going to win a prize if they get it right. The overly asked question “What are you?” often is directed at me by individuals who are just meeting me the first time or don’t know me that well at all. I don’t see what the big deal is. Mixed race people are growing in population and that is just something that people are just going to have to get used to.
Stop seeing white; instead, see me.
Jill Goughnour
Lynchburg, VA
Submitted via: NPR’s Talk of the Nation
They only see the Asian half.
Katelyn Tsukada
Northampton, MA
My mother is of Irish and Italian heritage; my father of Japanese descent. Both of my parents were born in the United States as were their parents before them. Both consider themselves to be American as documented by their passports, drivers licenses and birth certificates. My mother and father speak English has their first and only language. And the American child they created and raised together? Well she constantly gets asked where she is “really” from because New York State is never the correct answer.
I learned to identify myself as Asian-American because that is how others categorized me. My classmates assumed Asian was the reason I got good grades. Asian was the reason I liked seafood and tanned like an islander. And Asian was the reason my grandmother was made to live in an internment camp directly following the attack on Pearl Harbor. My history. Asian history. The rich Irish-Italian culture of my mother’s family never stood a chance.
“My Blood is Red, What’s Yours”
Ralanda King,
Philadelphia, PA.
Born and raised in the city of brotherly love, but I’m full of sisterly affection, I not black but brown and beautiful. the heart can see what our eyes can’t or refuse too. but, don’t charge it to my skin, but to my heart.
I can see and hear you
Hailey,
Tioga, PA
As a white woman in the United States I have learned to recognize my privilege. Growing up in a rural area has not exposed me to very much diversity, however I have learned how to be an ally and recognize the inequality in our country. I have had countless conversations about how to try to change this unfairness. I just want to make everyone know that they are seen and heard and we are making progress. I realize that the inequality in our country is unjust and should not even be an issue, but it is. We need to do more to fix it.
Race sees race. Love sees love.
Naette Lee,
Philadelphia, PA.
The nature of humans is that what we see is what matters. What we see has little to do with what is, or what is important. Maybe one day that will change.
Can’t see beyond my white privilege
Jessica,
CA.
I am a white female living in California with my white family. I grew up in an area where I was one of a few white girls in my school. I made friends of all different races and came to understand the benefits of diversity, however, it wasn’t always a pleasant experience. I was bullied by girls who were both Mexican and black. They called me names like, “stupid white girl,” and made fun of my freckles and pale skin. Many girls would laugh and say things about me in Spanish because they knew I couldn’t understand. I would come home crying to my mom because I was not a fighter and would never have done anything to fight back. My mom would tell me to ignore them, but it only made it worse. A group of black girls even threatened to jump me after school and I would hide in the bathrooms. These experiences made middle school and some of high school pretty miserable, but yet because I am white I am always treated like a racist. If I am racist then why is it that I was bullied so badly by other races when I never bullied anyone because of their race? If I speak on the matter, I am ignorant and people say that only white people can be racist, not other races. In other words, I am privileged so I can’t speak out about how people treated me. I find that to be really sad. It shouldn’t matter what color you are: racism is racism. If you dislike someone simply because of their skin color, you should be called a racist. But if I point this out, I am simply someone who can’t see beyond my white privilege.
Not colorblind, just failed to see.
Megan Pastore,
Chesapeake, VA
Pull me over, and I get to walk away.
I’m not colorblind, but due to my white privilege, I failed to see the true nature of suffering and injustice, until now.
“My Blood is Red, What’s Yours”
Ralanda King,
Philadelphia, PA.
Born and raised in the city of brotherly love, but I’m full of sisterly affection, I not black but brown and beautiful. the heart can see what our eyes can’t or refuse too. but, don’t charge it to my skin, but to my heart.
‘I don’t see color’ is cringeworthy.
Growing up as one of 5 black families in an all white town in CT, ‘ I don’t see color’ was the go to phrase whenever anyone said anything controversial, racist, or condescending. I remember always feeling uncomfortable with the line, it was used as if the inability to see color made the world better. As if not noticing that I was different color was better than noticing that I was different color. ‘Don’t notice that I’m black’ -said no black person. Ever. We live in a very dynamic world, its really important that we are aware of our difference and acknowledge the variety of culture on earth. There is nothing inherently wrong with that. I see the many colors of the world, I currently live in Brazil, which garnered the Olympics and World Cup on the premise that every race exists in Brazil and there is unity between them all. The unity part is not existent, but there are so many colors of people here that walking the streets daily is an overwhelming explosion of beauty. Lets start seeing color and stop discriminating and judging based on color.























