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I am mom, not the babysitter

The-FamilyMikaela Rejbrand,
San Francisco, CA.

Being a person of mixed race, my biological mom is white and my biological father is black, and having married an Irish man, my children are much lighter skinned than I am and therefore am often mistaken for “the babysitter”. The constant theme since my children have been born is that, “Oh wow, your kids look so much like their dad!”. I never understood that comment as I see myself in my children and beyond the color of their skin. With my children so young, my son is 2 and my daughter is 4, I have not yet broached the very complicated questions around race and the history of how people of all colors have had to endure discrimination, slavery, persecution, and hate. My children do not see color, they see people, and I hope that when the day comes that I will begin sharing stories of my ancestors, that the color of one’s skin will be just that, the color of your skin.

What does Puerto Rican look like?

Janet Jimenez
Washington, DC

Puertorriqueño(a) is the “proper” term used to address a native islander from Puerto Rico. Do not confuse with Newyoricans, or anyone else born outside the island to Puertorriqueño parents. A real Puertorriqueño(a) knows the words to “La Borinqueña”, speaks Spanish (FLUENTLY), has lived on the island, and cries to the words of “En Mi Viejo San Juan”. Other terms used to refer to a person from “La Tierra del Encanto” are: Puertorro(a) = a shortened version, Borinqueño(a) = after the island’s Taino name “Borikén”; and Boricua = a variant of the previous. The terms Boricua or Puertorro(a) can sometimes be insulting, particularly to an affluent person. However, average people, especially those from the “caserios”, do not typically mind these terms. I copied this from Urban Dictionary as its the one definition I like the best. People mistake me for Lebanese, or some mixed race Latina. Parents are straight up from PR. Gray eyes on the paternal grandparents side and white skin as well. It’s been an interesting subject to explore. What do you say?

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.

My skin is not my culture.

Rachel Brinson,
Centennial, CO.

People always want to put me in a box and assume what I find offensive, what I find familiar, and how I choose to see myself and others. No one chooses to see human first, identity second. I will forever be explaining that the body given to me is arbitrary, and I exist inside of it. I am adopted and was raised as a German Lutheran. I grew up around many Asian cultures but never experienced African American culture until I was well into my 20’s. Biologically, I have an African father and a white mother, but my birth parents do not define me; my family does.

Being Brown Makes Me Look “Hood”

38125_419607353628_8209670_nVictor Vega,
Los Angeles, CA.

What troubles is on his mind? What’s he hiding from the camera? What’s in his jacket? That’s what I think when I see a picture of mine taken from several years back. If a white person was wearing street attire, one might think he’s cool, trendy, or might not even consider anything about the articles he’s decided to clothe himself in. If a brown person was wearing those clothes, one might think, “Oh, that’s the kind of street clothes he’s supposed to be wearing.” The meaning changes when the image is based on one’s background associations. When I wear a baggy t-shirt, can’t it be because it was all I could afford on a hot day, or am I guilty by association? Rather than victimizing myself, others think may I be the one facing the defendant in the county courtroom.

A socioeconomic story is subject to racial differences between those who wear the ‘hood’ or ‘thug’ clothes. And when other’s identities are based on their clothing—that may lead to an incorrect assumption because that story changes depending on which race is wearing those clothes. In my opinion, being black or brown skin colored already takes care of half one completing the street look. Just pop on the clothes and one has racially inadvertently fit the stereotype of looking hood or thug. The clothes tell a story about the socioeconomic standing, but race enforces that story. The accoutrements I wear are meant to convey a cultural recounting of my background, not the images my race is associated to. I’ve been perceived to wear gang-like attire, outside of my neighbored, but I’m merely trying to dress like everyone in my community when I’m at college. The stereotype is engraving throughout the minds of generations that a minority looking “hard,” is actually “hard” in personality as well, not feeling for the possibility he may be joyful, soft, or friendly.

My brothers and sisters of color have come a long way and beyond from being immigrants to this country. Please look beyond, see further, deeper than the phenotype of a person. All I hope others to consider is a death to the racialization of the dirty ghetto colored kid.

People of Quality Respect Race Equality

Saheba Cuccia,
New Orleans, LA.
Aspen X

Adopted and raised in the South, I have seen and heard of the racial barriers that some people use to divide us. The color of your skin should not determine anything such as relationships, jobs, and social standing in society.

I LOVE THE SKIN I’M IN

CAM000511Athena White,
Chicago, IL.

Embrace the power of love for it has no color.
Teach others that lack this purity and watch how well it blossoms. “Love” speak it, mean it, live it…nourish one another by erasing racism, hate and terrorism within our own country against one another and we shall unite as one.

I do not understand whats race

Stephen J Cahill,
Peru, NY

I don’t have melanin. In high school I was hanging out with a guy, who was also without melanin, and he was selling pot. My track teammate who had lots of melanin told me not to hang out with the pot seller. He said “don’t mess with that sh*t.” He did me a solid. I am grateful for his advice. I once lived in Brooklyn. To get to work I rode the IRT 4 train from Flatbush to Union Square in Manhattan. I had a coworker, without melanin, who said I should take a private bus, how could I stand those people. I realized from how he said it, he was talking about people with melanin. Sometimes on the train I was the only person with out melanin. Why are some people without melanin fearful of people with melanin?

Mixed heritage. Feeling strange growing up

image2 (2)Katie Moore
New Echota, GA

I used to hate the way I looked growing up. My mom & brother had fair skin & freckles & I had darker skin & hair. I like the way I look now. I’m proud of my heritage. I am of cherokee, creek, German,& African decent. I stand taller than most women & my hair is almost to my knees & very straight with several shades of auburn & browns. I have a daughter now that took after her father more; wavy hair, fair skin, & blue eyes.

I Want To Know You, Too

Deirdre Stoelzle,
Casper, WY.

In Rwanda there were times that I was the first white person some Rwandans had ever seen. Mostly people wanted to touch my skin, my hair, but at one prison there were two little girls with their mother, bringing food to their imprisoned father. They saw me and screamed in horror. I crouched down, cooing my safety to them. They kept whimpering, shaking. “There’s nothing you can do,” my interpreter said. “In the village they say ‘If you’re bad the muzungu will come and eat you.'”

A culture lost. Lost within me?

Leah Pepion,
Kaysville, UT.

Slowly, generation by generation my Blackfeet culture is being lost, stolen, given up, handed over. Will the Native American culture be buried beneath the earth, beneath the rivers, lost in the sea of suburbs and tv? Can I fill my bones, skin and body up with enough of my delicate culture to make a difference? Let’s share our stories, hidden deep within our bones. Passed down from blood to blood. Let’s shout to the sky, moon and stars that we are here, that our culture is pulsating within us and that we are not lost!

#NAtiveAmerican #BlackfeetTribe #Student #SLCC

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