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.
Hi I’m Sylvia and I’m a 3rd generation Malaysian Indian.
My dad is Malaysian Indian and my mother’s family (I thought) was ethnic Indian from Canada.
Growing up I always imagined myself as being Hapa but brushed them aside as thoughts of a disillusioned teenager.
To my surprise, shock and amazement my mum’s sister who lives in Canada did a DNA test a couple of months ago and guess what the results were??
Hi! My name is Miranda and I’m French, Vietnamese and Indian descent.
I was born in Vietnam and moved to Canada when I was 5. My mom is a Hapa too, but somehow she denies her French side and only says she’s Vietnamese when someone asks her about her ethnicity.
I love being Hapa, although I look more Asian than Caucasian. Some people see me as a halfie, but most of the time people think I’m full Asian and doubt when I tell them that I’m mixed.
I had never heard of Hapa until I did some research on mixed races in our country the Philippines.
Since I was in primary school, my teachers and other people in the neighborhood look at me differently. They always say I am not pure Filipino.
My father is Filipino and Spanish and my mother is the same, but my color is tan and my height is typically Filipino. Continue reading
Hi My name is Tyrone and I just want to say how proud I am to be Hapa, or as we say it in Samoan, “Afakasi” (Half-Caste).
My mum’s Samoan and Dad’s Indian from Fiji but my dad left when I was about 9 years old so my Samoan culture is all I have known throughout my life even before my dad left I grew up around my mum’s family. Continue reading
Hi, my name is Amanda and I’m a proud Hapa.
My dad is Indian and Syrian and identifies a Middle Eastern and my mom is Japanese and Swedish.
I was born in Canada, but after my mom lost her job we moved to my grandma’s house in Sweden.
I was 12 when we moved and my dad had to homeschool me because I couldn’t speak Swedish. Continue reading
Hi there my fellow Hapas, I am Ali!
I guess the mere identification of being a Hapa sets people apart, in a good way of course! :)
I am proud of my genealogy and ethnicity because it is a large part of who I am and how my attitude and thinking differs from others.
The fact that I was born and have lived most of my life in south India takes people by surprise because I haven’t unfortunately inherited those south Indian features as my Indian ancestry originates from the north.
Next time I am asked to explain my different looks, I might as well just say that I am Hapa and a happy one at that! :)
My name is Shana. I’m half Indian/Pakistani and Half German/Irish.
My dad was born and raised in Kolkata, India, and his side of the family married into, and associates with Pakistani culture. My mom is German and Irish and was raised in New York.
I’m a southerner that associates with the Latino culture around me as much as I do with my ethnic identity. Once I discovered what Hapa meant and this website, I was thrilled because now in grad school a lot of my research is specifically on dual-ethnic identity. Continue reading
I’m Dhabitha and I’m Chinese, Indian, Malay, Thai, and Portuguese.
My grandma on my mother’s side is Thai, Chinese and Portuguese, but she was adopted and raised by a Malay family because of the Japanese occupation. My grandfather is Indian. My father is Javanese-Sarawak.
When I lived in Malaysia I was enrolled in an international school. I fit in because almost everyone was an expat, and I had a lot of Hapa friends. But when I moved back to Singapore, it was a different experience. Most people are either Malay, Chinese or Indian. It’s rare to find Hapas. Continue reading