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White interracially married sudden paradigm shift.

1471278_351202488354407_795704143_n (1)Barbara Young,
Stockton, CA.

I’ve realized my own white privilege for some time now. But being the white female half of an interracial marriage, I suddenly experience America in a new frightening way. My husband is a 6’4″ 300 lb black man. I have a plan worked out in my mind of how I can shield his body from police gunfire should I need to. I’m mourning the loss of my innocent and naive view of police in the USA.

“She’s so pretty for being Black”

mo-and-ryanMorgan Cooper,
Stockton, CA.

In 2007, when my ex husband and I were expecting our baby girl, we jokingly called her “Blackanese”, a term I still use endearingly. Most simply put, I am half Black and half White and my ex husband is half Japanese and half White. Never in our wildest dreams did we expect to welcome a towhead with blue/green eyes into this world. Ryan is amazing on many levels.

My six words are a direct quote from a Hispanic woman I met 4 years ago, yet it’s been paraphrased a few times since then. I was so shocked and at a loss for words, I simply walked away. I have since (with the help and input of friends/family) developed a response that goes something like this, “I know you think you were giving her a compliment, but your words are very racist…I’m going to let you think about that now” as I again, walk away.

Often times, people have a hard time believing that Ryan is my daughter and even more of a difficult time processing that, “No, her dad is not White with blonde hair”.

In all fairness, I get it, her features are unexpected and eye catching. Even I have found myself questioning Mother Nature at times. I’ll even admit that I sometimes like the shock value we get from curious strangers, but ultimately, I love that Ryan defies what most people think of when they hear the term “mixed race”, she definitely adds some spice to the already colorful conversation.

See me, not my skin color.

screen-shot-2016-12-05-at-11-19-36-amRefugio Zavala,
Stockton, CA.

All throughout my life, people have judged me by the color of my skin. When I was in the United States, people would call me things like “beaner” and “wetback.” These are racial slurs meant to humiliate and make me ashamed of my culture. So what that I liked to eat beans? They are delicious and a nutritious part of a healthy diet. When did dietary choices become a way to shame another person? But when I went to visit family in Mexico, my olive skin and hazel eyes made me a white boy to them. It felt as if I did not fit in anywhere. This was especially difficult because out of my 6 brothers, I was the only one who had the skin tone and the eye color. Most of them were darker and had brown eyes. I felt like a stranger even in my own immediate family. However, as I got older, I learned to ignore the mean and hurtful things that people said. I told myself their opinions were of little importance anyways. When I met girlfriend, I had never been happier, it never occurred to me that she was Asian and I was Mexican. She was just the wonderful girl I fell in love with and I never looked at her as being Asian. Most people did not feel this way though. Wherever we went, people would do doubletakes and stare at us as if we were the only interracial couple they had ever seen. When I took her to meet family, even though she spoke fluent Spanish, they would immediately point out the fact that I am dating a “chinita,” meaning a little Chinese girl. Remarks such as these and people’s stares and comments did not bother me much until my girlfriend’s father found out about our relationship. To clarify, he had been completely fine with her having a boyfriend because he had incorrectly assumed form my pictures that I was Asian. For two years, my girlfriend heard no objections from him. But due to a profile picture update, he realized I was Mexican. He tried to coerce my girlfriend into breaking up with me simply because of my ethnicity. He told her that Mexicans did not have the same values as Asians and they were a disloyal people. When my girlfriend refused to break up with me, her father said that she was dead to him and proceeded to cut her out of his life for almost 2 years. I just want people to see me for the person I am. I am more than my race, more than my skin color. Please get to know me first.

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