I’m mixed race. That doesn’t mean you can ask me, “What are you?”

I’m mixed race. That doesn’t mean you can ask me, “What are you?”

The Tempest
2016-05-21

Maya Williams

I’m not your exotic half-breed toy, so don’t treat me, or anyone else, like one.

“Which parent is white?” many have asked me.

That question tends to bother me as much as the “What are you?” question, if not more on some days. Especially when people attempt to soften the blow with the statement “You’re so good looking” right before it.

My mother has a father of white descent and a mother of black/Cherokee descent. My father has a father of black descent and a mother of black, white, and Chickahominy descent. My mother identifies as biracial in most situations, and my father identifies as black in most situations. All three of my siblings and I identify as multiracial in most situations. Therefore, I find it unsettling that multiracial identity is “cool” when whiteness is in the mix, and especially when there are those so desensitized from mixed race people to the point of immediately asking, “Which parent is white?” They don’t understand that multiraciality is a thing – that there doesn’t have to be a sole white parent to look the way I do.

As exciting as it is to meet other mixed race people, I always get the most excited when I meet second generation mixed race people, especially if we have similar heritage breakdowns. When I was in middle school, I met this one girl who made me laugh when she said, “Yay, we’re mixed-ded-ded!”

However, my story and my experiences as a mixed race person are not important unless my identity is placed in a binary. My interactions with black, white, biracial, and multiracial people in my family are not as newsworthy or intriguing. Second generation mixed people are an afterthought…

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