I think Professor Daniel hit the nail on the head with this statement from the article below: “There’s really no understanding when a person says, ‘I’m biracial, I’m multiracial,’ ” he said. “People don’t know where to locate you.” This is exactly why this work, this topic is so important to me. My sincerest hope is that one day a person can say “I’m biracial/mixed,” and that the majority of Americans will have a basic understanding of what that means to said person. Right now it’s very vague. Right now, said person is likely to get a blank stare, a condescending smirk, an accusation of self-hatred and/or denial, and then be “coded” into the category that phenotype makes most logical. Right now, the majority of people do not understand that the fact that said person comes from two different races and cultures is important to them and informs their identity. We can’t separate the two things. Hopefully wouldn’t want to.
Framing mixed race: The face of America is changing
By Jennifer Modenessi
Contra Costa Times
There’s no end to the number of ways people label one another, but what happens when visual cues such as skin color and hair texture don’t fit into categories? Mike Tauber and Pamela Singh interviewed and photographed more than 100 individuals and families (in the recent book “Blended Nation: Portraits of Mixed-Race America,”), capturing the faces and stories of what the authors describe as a group of people dealing with disparity, and living within the gap between how society views them and how they self-identify.
“Some people think I’m just tan and not half-black,” said 10-year-old Isabella Carr. Several years have passed since Isabella, her siblings and her parents, Janine and Evan, who are now divorced, were interviewed and photographed for “Blended Nation.”
In the book, the family talked about the rewards and challenges of their heritage. Being married to an African-American man had allowed Mozée to “see the world through a multicolored lens, and not just the white one I was born with.”
Still, there have been cloudy spots.
“I have people that don’t think they’re my kids or they ask if they have the same father,” Mozée said. She responds that, yes, they are her children and, yes, they have the same father. The conversation might be different with a stranger but Mozée “doesn’t get into those situations much.”
When asked a few years ago by the authors how he self-identified, Mozée’s eldest son, Austin, said that half the time he felt black, the other half of the time he felt white. Now 16, Austin said not much has changed.
“I identify with both ways, white and black,” he said. “I might talk to somebody and nearly make friends and that’s one of the questions they ask: ‘Are you mixed? Are you black and white?’ — partly because of how I look and my personality. I just tell them who I am. I have no problem with that.”
For some, the question never comes. Moses, 29, an Oakland resident, said she’s rarely asked about her ethnicity or background. With her pale skin, long red hair and freckles, not many people guess that her late father was black, Native American and white.
“People don’t see me as mixed” she said. “(They) don’t ask.”
Getting older, Moses said, has tempered her response to being multiracial. Living in the Bay Area, with its rich diversity, has also helped.
“On the East Coast, it was ‘No way.’ It was shock and disbelief,” Moses said. “Here, it ranges from ‘Uh-huh,’ like it’s not a real surprise, to ‘Interesting.’ It doesn’t blow people’s minds.”
Daniel, who for more than two decades has taught “Betwixt and Between,” a UC Santa Barbara course dealing with multiracial identity, has struggled with people’s perception of his mixed-race background.
“There’s really no understanding when a person says, ‘I’m biracial, I’m multiracial,’ ” he said. “People don’t know where to locate you. They know where to locate blacks. They know where to locate whites. They know where to locate Native Americans, Latinos. When you say, ‘I’m biracial, multiracial,’ they say, ‘Who are your people? What does that mean?’ Inevitably people will recode you into whatever they want you to be.”
That’s why self-identification is so important, Daniel said. It’s changing the way people talk about race and where mixed-race people fit in the fabric of American society. “If people really identified with the complexity of their million ancestors, we’d have a really different world,” he said.
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I think that is why folks have a hard time with the mixed race identity is that we still live with the same deep seated ignorance devised by 15th century philosophers and scientists. Being a member of the African diaspora, many still swallow the old fashioned white supremacist idea that race is correlated with a dominant phenotype and if you look a certain way you are presumed to have certain characteristics. The darker you are the more devolved you become. The wonderful thing about mixed race folks is the same thing that I love about living in New York. It is one of the few places in the world were you cannot tell a book by cover. White folks treasure their ethnicity, black folks can be from anywhere on this planet and Hispanics honor their countries and many don’t deny that they are mixed race.
I spent hours last night reading your blog. I stumbled across it looking for children’s books featuring biracial characters. My seven year old is in love with Amy Hodgepodge because the character is biracial like her. Her father and I have always spoken very openly with her and her sister about their biracial identity. Very recently she has become much more vocal about this part of her identity.
I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed reading your posts. Many of the posts mimic conversations we have in our home (I ESPECIALLY related to the post about race and current television programs — of particular interest to my husband). Keep up the excellent work. I want to be able to direct my daughters to you when they are older!
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This reminds me of all the times when people have tried to force me into an identity throughout my life.
One memory stands out in particular when I was in high school and dating a Black guy. I was at his parents’ house and his father suddenly started questioning my heritage.
I was uncomfortable with this because really, why did it matter? I was nice, I was respectful, I was a good student…why was my racial identity so important?
Anyway, he wouldn’t leave it alone. He insisted that I HAD to identify as Black only despite looking the way I did.
Things like this made me realize the need for people of mixed race to have confidence in who we are.
We should embrace ALL of who we are, and refuse to allow anyone to bully us into “choosing” one identity only.
We can’t always decide how others will see us, that much is true. Some people will see me as black (depending on my hair and who I might associate with); some people might see me as white; others might think Asian or Latina.
But either way, my humanity is not to be questioned.