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! 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.
Hi I’m Levy Reynolds and my Korean name is Yung Choi.
I’m an adoptee from Seoul, South Korea. I don’t know who my birth parents were expect that my birth mom was Korean and my birth dad was Mexican and Native American.
I haven’t really looked that deeply into any of my cultural backgrounds, I’ve just lived my life as a typical American. However, recently I’ve started exploring them more. I hope to visit Seoul, South Korea, the Lakota Nation in the Dakotas, and Mexico, especially the Northern States.
Hello! My name is Ayana, and I am Japanese, Black, and Native American.
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
I am proud of my multi-racial culture now more than ever. Growing up, I experienced a great deal of racism. Some of it was blatant and out in the open, some of it was in a more subtle passive aggressive way with looks or veiled comments.
My brother and I were different than the other children in our predominantly Caucasian neighborhood. For awhile, we were the only children of color around. People didn’t know how to categorize us.
The pain that comes from feeling ostracized and not belonging created deep wounds, but also great character. I was able to find my own identity through an outlet of art and creative expression. Continue reading
My whole life I never fit in to any category.
I hated being viewed as a “silly white girl” for liking things of Asian culture.
I had a teacher tell me he couldn’t believe I was a great student because I “looked Mexican.”
My name is Colette Satz and I have been labeled as different, unique, interesting, or simply absurd for as long as I can recall.
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 my name is Allan Satz my dad is Spanish and Native American and I grew up with my adopted Jewish grandparents.
I have never really thought of myself as multiracial until I moved to a different part of the US and people started to ask me what I was. I am now happy I have something to tell them, I am a Hapa :)
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: