Hello I’m Mia and I’m pretty new here, just 9 months. My Dad is an American-born German Norwegian and my Mom is Taiwanese.
I am proud to be Taiwanese, German, and Norwegian because I get the best of all worlds, foods, and culture. I am currently living in Kirkland, Washington, and I am now learning to understand Mandarin and English at the same time.
I haven’t faced any challenges except tons of smiles and pinches on my cheeks. I am lucky because I will celebrate both Chinese New Year and American New Year and embrace everything my family teaches me about their cultures in the future. I really look forward to experiencing all foods from Sauerkraut to Dim Sum!
Hey Everyone! My name is Laura, I’m from Toronto, Canada.
I have a younger brother named Jordan. Our mother is Filipino, from Lucena City, and our father is British/German born and raised in Toronto.
I found this site by random browsing but I’m so glad I did — I love reading about other Hapas around the world.
Toronto is a very diverse city, so I never really had issues feeling alienated as a child due to my mixed race. I grew up with many Hapa classmates and a lot of my friends are blasian.
Hi! My name is Annabelle Linh Behrmann. My mom is Vietnamese and my dad is German. I can’t believe that there are so many other Hapas out there!
At a young age, I already loved and embraced my multiracial culture. Some people say I look more Asian, and some people say I look mixed.
In Vietnam, where I was born and raised (for about 6 years), they’re not sure if they should speak English or Vietnamese to me whenever I’m out at the mall or anywhere. They say I don’t look Vietnamese.
Now I’m living in the States, and of course some people here aren’t sure about what I am either haha! I have a couple of Asian friends, and when I told them I’m Vietnamese, they were like “WHAT?? Are you kidding me?” Then I told them I’m half German as well and they were all like “OHHHH!! I see what you mean!” Haha! Those were some incidents I had in the past.
Hi everyone! My name is Julie Taeko Gramlich, and I have always associated more with my Asian side.
I am proud to be Hapa because I represent more than one culture — bringing the countries of Japan, Germany and England into a beautiful blend. Before, these countries were at war. Now they have created me, among many other half-Japanese, half-White people.
I love the fact that I can break the barrier of race purely with my appearance. I have no idea how many times I have been asked the question “What are you?” or the more politically correct “What is your ethnicity?” I love it. I thrive on it. I almost beg to be asked.
My mother is Korean and my father is Irish, German, Scottish, Dutch, and Native American.
Growing up multicultural and multiracial in a town where there were not many other Hapa folk (I knew one other Hapa growing up) created some confusion for me; I never felt comfortable in the Korean-American community (I look so white) and yet much of my upbringing that was influenced by Korean culture always left me feeling a bit out of place among my very western White American peers.
I remember that the Asian-American kids in school would not believe me when I told them my mother was from Korea and would ask me to prove it with pictures. On the flipside, there were many occasions when Caucasian-American kids would tell me I looked “funnny” and ate “funny-looking” foods for lunch.
Hi my name is Taylor Hurst and I am from Southern California. My Father is English/German and my mother is Japanese, born and raised in Hawaii.
Growing up I was “colorblind” as I identified peers due to personality traits rather than race. It was not until I had to complete an assignment in elementary school requiring me to ask my parents about our culture, that I gained knowledge about my ancestors.
After realizing my ethnicity, I embraced it to its fullest extent. As a young child, school lunches would vary from peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, to rice with furikake and spam musubi. I was never ashamed of being a mix of ethnicities. I felt unique, confident, and excited to be me. I learned early on that I was the “other race” on school forms and checked the box proudly.
I am of Chinese, Japanese, Italian, French, German, English and Spanish descent!
My Japanese grandma met a US merchant marine while stationed in Yokohama and the rest was history! My European mixed grandpa’s nickname was “chico” because he was a 6 foot 5 giant!
My Chinese mother initially met my dad while she was waitressing at her dad’s restaurant in Portland, and they started dating 5 years later when they both ran into each other at a sushi bar.
My Chinese grandpa was a Japanese POW, so it was difficult for him to accept my Hapa-Japanese dad but he eventually grew to accept him as part of the family.
Hi! I was kind of surprised to find a website dedicated to mixed Asians, but very happy that I did!
I am half Japanese from my mom’s side, and my dad is mixed with German, Irish, and Native American.
I am proud to be Hapa because it makes me unique and different. Although it can be hard at times, especially when you are in your teen years and trying to come to terms with your identity and who you are. Not fitting into one certain race can be quite hard.
I always felt caught in the middle because I didn’t totally fit into a specific category. But now that I’m older and more in tune with who I am, it doesn’t bother me to not fit in.
My mother is South Indian with a trace of English blood, and my father is 1/4 Irish with the rest being a mixture of French, German, English and Welsh.
I’ve grown up in a very, very liberal city in the Bay Area. Even so, when my mother would walk me in my stroller as an infant, passers by would assume she was my nanny simply because I had such fair skin as a child.
No one can even come close to guessing my ethnicity — I’ve heard Greek, Spanish, Portuguese, and Middle Eastern, although my liberal sprinkling of freckles most likely plays a large role in throwing people off track. I inherited frizzy, capricious hair and most of my facial features from my dad and my dark hair and eyes from my mom, but the rest is a strange amalgam that cannot be traced to either parent or their lineage.