On being biracial, and the weird perception it can give you, as well as other people.
I believe I’ve mentioned a couple times before that I am biracial/mixed-race--I have a white father and black mother.
I look white, even though I’m technically not.
If I’m being totally honest, I’m not really sure what I am--I grew up in the tropics, went to school with mostly black/Hispanic kids, and my brother and I were two of the only ‘white’ kids in our primary school. It was really surreal--a lot of times as a kid I’d look at my hands and see how fair my skin was, compared to pretty much everyone around me, including my family members, and just feel like I stuck out, and I didn’t really ‘belong’ where I was (though that was also partly because Belize was a tiny, hot, humid country full of ignorant, and often uber religious), people.
I’ve seen media with mixed-race characters, even MAIN characters, and that’s awesome! I made a post some time back talking about how I love seeing mixed-race characters in media!
But I don’t think I’ve seen any who look like me.
Granted, genetics and skin color are a funny thing, I’ve seen stories of real life interracial couples having one white baby, and one black one. And it’s not like I’ve seen EVERY piece of media that happens to have mixed-race characters, maybe there is one out there that I simply don’t know about.
But from my experience, it kind of feels like most people’s idea of a mixed-race person with black and white parents is specifically someone with brown, or brownish, skin. This isn’t me trying to whine about ‘I’m being discriminated against for my fair skin!’ or anything like that, all of this is simply just my personal experiences, and observations.
Though I have been discriminated against, and abused. By one of my teachers, no less.
The worst teacher I ever had as a kid was a math teacher named Ms. Martinez, who seemed to love beating me, with a CANE, simply over stupid things, like getting my problems wrong. It was bad enough to leave bruises, and my parents NOTICED. Years later, my brother informed me that during a job, he overheard Martinez talking about how basically she hated everyone who wasn’t black. Granted, I’m not entirely sure if that’s the reason she targeted me, but again, I was one of the only ‘white’ kids at school; the evidence is pretty damning.
Speaking of my brother, last weekend we had a talk where he told me about an ex-coworker he had who said she ‘didn’t want any mixed-race kids’ with their boss. Certainly gives me some extra insight into that one post about people’s views on interracial relationships in general...
It also suddenly hit me a year or two ago that I have passing privilege, when a friend admitted to me that she didn’t go to church with me when we went to school in Florida because she was scared of the racism she saw around us.
Racism that I never saw or experienced, simply because I look white.
...to be honest, I’m not really sure what point I was trying to make with this. I’ve just...lived with a lot of weird experiences that are just, well, mixed.