My Sweetie

My husband and son

Ridiculous Questions and Comments

The other day I had one of those biracial moments while I was at work. It was the typical "what race are you?", or are you mixed?" question. The lady that asked wanted to know what was I mixed with, so I proceeded to tell her I was black and white, and then inevitably she wanted to know which parent was black. I thought this was the end of the interrogation, because that is what usually happens, but it didn't stop there. " You know you really can't tell you're part black", the lady said, "except for your hair". I had my hair long and straight that day. " I can only tell because of your roots are like mine at the top", she continued patting the top of her hair which my hair looked nothing like. As she began to ask another question, you could tell she was assuming things about me in the middle of asking it. " Which box do you choose," She paused, " white?". Now, I hadn't had anyone ask me this question in a very long time, but it is still one of the most annoying ever, especially when the person doesn't know you well. Why in the world should it matter to someone you don't know which race you choose to identify with? " No", I replied, " I choose both". The woman looked surprised. I had thoroughly thrown off the assumptions she had made based on my lighter skin color and tone of voice. Then if that wasn't enough, she had to ask me my husband's race when she saw the picture of my three year old son. My three year old son looks like a white little boy with light, brown, loose and bouncy curls. His eyes are dark brown and exactly shaped like mine, but other than that, he is the spitting image of his father. "Is your husband white?" The woman asked. I told her yes that he was white. I should have left it at that, but I guess I am just too nice and polite at times. I mentioned that he had some Indian in his family. The lady said " Oh, well your husband is black then". What!! Was she serious? So Native Americans are also black now?? I wanted to laugh. I don't remember what end the conversation but it ended in that moment. The woman mumbled something about how Indians were like blacks.

I understand it when blacks try to push a black only identity on me, but Native Americans? I wonder what the Native Americans would think of their new found status as black Americans. I guess in some weird way, by saying that the Indians were black, that was how she could still apply the One Drop Rule to not only me, but my son as well.

Me

This is me when I was about ten years old. I can't believe how long my hair was back then!

Engagement RIng Woes

I wanted to start writing about my thoughts as a biracial woman and as a Christian woman but today I'm just worried.
I might have to cut my wedding band of of my finger! I haven't worn it much lately because I've gained some weight. I do wear it every now and then though. I put it on the other day. I took it on and off to make sure I could get it off before I wore it. Last night my finger became swollen more than usual and my ring will not come off.!! I am distraught! My engagement ring has all been really special to me.

Mom and Dad

My mom an dad.

A Special Thanks

So.... this is my first blog, so I want anyone reading these posts to bear with me.Lol. For a long time I have wanted to write about my experience as a biracial girl and woman, and for some reason, I just didn't know how to go about doing it. It's funny that as long as I've had a computer I didn't think of doing this sooner! First and foremost I have to thank Jesus because he defines who I am more than anything else.Secondly, I have to give a shout out to other biracial people who have done this before me. I remember when I was a teenager, I began to have this need and longing to talk to and learn about other biracial individuals.I wanted to know that there were people out there that could relate to my experience of being white and black. I searched the web continuously and read anything I could about it. I can't begin to describe what a truly defining moment it was for me to see how many other biracials out there didn't subscribe to the one drop rule! I want to say thank you to all of you who weren't afraid to be proud of all of who you are, and for putting your voice out there to inspire people like me!