My American dad met my Japanese mother in Japan while he was in the Navy, and they fell deeply in love with each another. Continue reading
My Father is Black, and my mother is Filipino (from Southern Leyte).
I was born and raised in VA, and remember that when I went to the Philippines when I was really young, being mixed wasn’t a big deal for me. Continue reading
I am a multiracial person, mixed with East Indian, German, Black and Native American. I stand out more than most people, and I yet I am one of the most quiet, shy people some claim they have ever met.
Recently, I have had this spurge of inspiration come across me, to break out of my shell and let the world get to know the real me.
I believe that I have sat back for far too long, allowing others to decide for me who I am. I cannot say, that at times I am not irritated by the questions, I receive, such as who are you? Where are do you come from? Like I am some alien form. Continue reading
Hey I’m Corey, a multiracial 18 year old. My mom is half Italian, half German, and my father is Black, Native American, and also has some Asian ancestry (I’m not sure what kind) though he looks predominately Black.
When I was little and even ’till now people have no clue what I am. I would get called Black kid, the Chinese kid, or the Mexican kid in my early years of elementary school. It still even happens now. When I was little I would always define myself as white, being raised by my white mother. Now I don’t define myself as anything but a proud multiracial and only that. :)
Here’s a picture of me as a kid:
However, when my younger brother and I were relocated to the Washington, DC area my Hapa world got so much smaller. I fast became a novelty. People, especially women, would love to play with my hair and marvel at the texture and I was constantly mislabeled as Polynesian.
It didn’t make me feel special, it made me feel different. I was young and not really too into my heritage but for some reason, rather than try and meld in with those who singled me out and pretend to be an “all-American,” I was actually more driven to be diverse and embracing my Korean half became a big part of me.
It was my way of not being made to feel weird about who I was, rather, to feel empowered. Some people got it, some people said I was trying to be something I wasn’t. Continue reading
I have siblings, and out of all of them I’m the only one who got freckles. I get asked a lot about what I’m mixed with, and I will usually tell people I’m a hybrid. After I have to explain that I’m part Black and Finnish.
It is great when people from different cultures fall in love. I’ve been to parts of the world where race is still somewhat of an issue. Growing up was a little tough because of culture clashes and there is that pressure of conforming to one. Having parents’ like mine, it was easy to get over differences and make friends with whoever needed a friend.
Phenotypically, I look more like my father’s side of the family. So it’s no surprise that when I tell people that I’m mixed, or that when they meet my mother (who is a full-blooded Filipina from Cebu) the response is usually, “Oh, so that’s why you don’t talk like a black girl,’” or “Ohhh, ok…I figured there was something else in there!”
Even stranger, I grew up in Norman, Oklahoma which is predominately white. My friends (95% of which are white) affectionately labeled me as “whiter than they are,” thus a member of such an exclusive group. Even having this “support,” however I felt very out-of-place growing up. I couldn’t fully identify with one side (either being “not black enough” for the black culture or “too dark” for the asian culture), so I started embracing my identity: 100% hapa. I don’t have to “choose one” on those forms requiring you to mark your race, and I never do. And I’m proud of my heritage.