X

My African Curls, Scottish White Skin

William (Bill) Roderick Wilson,
United Kingdom

Where did I get my curls ?
Growing up in Scotland in the 1950’s I was one of 5 kids in a happy rural home in Perthshire. My father was Dr William Wilson, a hospital Consultant in Perth, my mother a nurse. His father John had been a Minister in the Church of Scotland, a complete shift from what was socially expected as all previous generations had been coal miners. This was only possible because his mother, the formidable Euphemia McCulloch, determined that none of her 7 sons would go down the pits. She put them all through university with her sewing machine. My grandfather said he never went to sleep other than to the sound of his mother’s sewing machine.

We would sometimes speculate where the curls that were scattered through our family might have come from. My father’s curls were even tighter than mine. At school I was called Willy the Wog which embarrassed me as I didn’t know what a Wog was.

I had no interest in my family history, and it was only when my cousin (another John) began researching it that he came up with the fact that one ancestor, James Wilson had emigrated to the US in 1766, fought against the British in the War of Independence and signed the Declaration of Independence, becoming one of the founding fathers of the US.
John’s research also gave him an interesting idea. He was able to trace the mining Wilson’s all the way back to 1489 (several called William) because until 1833 miners in Scotland were the property of the mine owners. That made them valuable serfs or slaves, so good records were kept. If a mine owner did not own enough miners he would sometimes import slaves from Africa – so John asked ‘might this have been where our family curls came from?’

I took a DNA test and was astonished and delighted to find that my ethnicity estimate included 3.4% African (2.4% North Africa and 1.1% Nigerian). Both these are slave areas and this would be consistent with ancestors being brought across in the early 1700s.

Suddenly as a proud Scot I have even more to be proud of and if I am honest I am still trying to get my head around all that it means. However, I am glad to have the chance to give my story to The Race Card Project.
Bill Wilson June 2021
Perth, Scotland

Soul Surfer is Light without color

soul surferNanJo Carter,
Richmond, CA.

I grew up in the fifties and sixties. We moved to Japan when I was 2. We moved to Montgomery, AL when I was six and I attended Capitol Heights Elementary School. These were intense times with the National Guard escorting us to class and the school. We experienced discrimination and hatred from all sides. My father forbid us to speak Japanese because he was afraid we would be killed. We were always called “other”. I was very shy, however, when asked (often) to choose one race on the selections for myriad reasons I was one of those who always drew my own box and wrote beside it 50% Japanese and 50% Caucasian American. I was sent to the principals office several times because I refused to pick one box and make my own. One day a teacher said I couldn’t be sure that I was 50% and had to pick. I said if I believed I was 51% of something I would choose that but could not pick one because I was 2 ethnicity’s. Like some of the posts, we experienced a lot of physical, mental and emotional abuse from the world we lived in.

The most common first question people ask me (even to this day which is interesting because we live in such diverse times) is “What is your ethnicity?”. The second thing that happens is the person who asks proceeds to tell me I do not look Japanese (like they are the definitive expert) and give evidence to prove to me that I am not Japanese. I recall never in my life any attempt to provide evidence to anyone that they are anything other than what they say they are. It’s kind of like telling a woman, you aren’t a woman, you are something else…. I am a woman. I am first generation Japanese American. I am half Japanese and half American Caucasian (European mix, ah there’s that word again, mix of English and French). I am equally proud of both.

White but still the minority

Mackenzie Wasielewski,
Kailua, HI

Living in Hawaii I have always been “discriminated” against because I don’t look the other people. I am always told that I can’t surf or dance hula because I’m a “stupid haole.” What makes me a stupid haole? Many people think that it is impossible to be racist to a white person,, which is not true. People think that because years and years ago white was the dominant race that you can’t discriminate against them. Think before you say something about any race.

Join the Newsletter

Subscription to our newsletter open soon.

Indulge in timeless elegance with our hand-curated collection of luxury vintage men’s fashion. From classic suits to iconic accessories, our online store offers a premium shopping experience for the modern gentleman who appreciates quality and style. Shop now and elevate your wardrobe with our carefully selected pieces that celebrate the art of craftsmanship and heritage fashion.