Someone found their way to this blog by googling “names that biracial children are called.” I don’t think they got much other than mulatto and the obscure jalopy. Here is a small pictorial…








brass ankle, mutt…
Someone found their way to this blog by googling “names that biracial children are called.” I don’t think they got much other than mulatto and the obscure jalopy. Here is a small pictorial…








brass ankle, mutt…
1) Drew Barrymore and Jessica Lange blew me away with their transcendent performances in Grey Gardens on HBO last night. It was kinda creepy because I swear they became Edith and Little Edie. Now I want to see the documentary again.

2) Irrational Thought of the Day:
That’s a cool black dress Drew’s wearing in the photo.
In Munich one morning last week, a little boy named Hans Koegel appeared at the doorway of the Schule in der Blu-menstrasse and nervously entered. Like other children arriving for the first day of school, he clung tightly to his mother, and it was not for several awkward moments that he finally relaxed enough to smile tentatively at his classmates. But even after he did so, his mother and teacher continued to watch him closely.
For several months, parents and teachers all over West Germany have been worried about children like Hans. He is a mulatto, one of some 3,000 who are starting to school for the first time. Almost all are the children of Negro G.I.s, and most are illegitimate. In a nation that still remembers the preachments of Hitler’s Master Race, they were expected to present something of a problem.
Last week, school principals waited worriedly for reports of discrimination or childish cruelty. But as the first days passed, there was only silence. Not one child was singled out for teasing because of his color; not one teacher refused to work in mixed classes; not one Nordic mother took her own child out of school in protest.
As for little Hans, he had become something of a tease himself. His victim: a young towhead by the name of Tűrauf, which Hans thinks is howlingly funny. Tűrauf means “Open the door.”

here’s a black chanel handbag…

I’ve gotten some new haters on youtube in the last few days. I feel two ways about this: 1) irritated, 2) pleased. There I go being a constant contradiction again, which I’m beginning to think just goes along with being black and white in America. The general notion is that the two are so different and don’t mix, and here I (we) am (are) going around being both simultaneously. I’m bound to contradict myself a lot while holding two things equally relevant, valid, important, impactful, etc. Anyway, I was feeling kind of neglected by the haters. They challenge me, they teach me, they send me new viewers. Some of these haters call me a tragic mulatto. Others say that “biracial” doesn’t exist. Some say I’m ugly and stupid. I never even contemplate letting them get under my skin. They certainly can ruffle my feathers, I’m only human after all, but that’s surface stuff. Mostly they strengthen my passionate desire to answer the call to:

to let others know that

and that

but ultimately, haters (who are probably not reading this)



Last updated at 10:33 PM on 10th April 2009
I was born in England, but we moved to Zambia not long afterwards, where we lived until I was three, when we returned to the UK.
My dad, Nick, an artist, is British, but my mum, Nyasha, is a princess of the Shona tribe in Zimbabwe. In Britain she worked as a district nurse, but she retained that incredible African dignity and poise.
Growing up in Penzance, Cornwall, my brother, Jamie, and I were the only black children in the area.
There were the usual cruel names: big ears or big nose. And none of the boys wanted to go out with me. I don’t remember any overt racism, but my mum and I have talked about this and I now know my parents kept us safe from a lot of stuff.
In some ways I’d say I come from Africa, but then I don’t speak my mother’s language, and in other ways I’m British through and through. I suppose I’ve never completely fitted in in either place.
I’ve never taken my husband, Ol, to Zimbabwe, or our daughters, Ripley, eight, and Nico, four. I’ve been waiting for the right time, but there never seems to be a right time to go to there any more.
My mum still goes back every year, and the last time I really wanted to go with her, but she’s very protective and it’s quite risky to travel there at the moment, so she didn’t want me to come. But I want my kids to understand where they come from.
I was in Mali last year visiting some charity projects, and I met a woman who thought I couldn’t carry a bucket of water on my head because I was white. I replied, ‘That’s really interesting because in England, where I’m from, they say I’ve got dark skin.’
She was amazed! So I joked, ‘If you think I’m lightskinned and in England they think I’m dark-skinned, where does that leave me?’ And she said, ‘Well you should come and be here with me – you’re in my family now.’
I thought that was lovely. There was a real feeling of being embraced, which my dad also felt when he went to Zimbabwe to ask my mother’s family for her hand in marriage. Apparently, grandmother just started dancing, which is how they express joy there.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1168266/Thandie-Newton-How-feel-mixed-race.html
I really enjoy Thandie Newton. And those girls are adorable! If you haven’t seen Run Fatboy Run, I recommend renting it. It’s funny and I really appreciate the true-to-life casting.


i just posted a video on youtube (http://www.youtube.com/user/tiffdjones) in which i say something ignorant about mariah carey. in my attempt to eradicate my ignorance while repenting my judgement i came across this blog post…
http://abagond.wordpress.com/2008/11/21/the-blackness-of-mariah-carey/
here’s an excerpt:
Here is what Carey told JET magazine in 1999:
Ethnically, I’m a person of mixed race. My father’s mother was African-American. His father was from Venezuela. My mother is Irish. I see myself as a person of color who happens to be mixed with a lot of things… No matter what you say, when someone asks you the question ‘What are you?’ and you say ‘Black’ and you look mixed, they’re going to ask what you’re mixed with. That’s what always happens.
She sees this sort of questioning as racist:
What I find racist and unfair is that if someone’s half Chinese and half Italian, that’s two different races, why are they not forced to constantly define what they are? When it comes to a Black and a White thing, people are up in arms.
i really enjoyed reading it. i love the last bit of the excerpt. i mean, i doubt that people go around one-dropping norah and lourdes.


In her autobiography, Just Lucky I Guess, the 81-year-old performer told the story of the day she learned that she is biracial.
She recalled that she was 16 years old and heading to college when her mother told her that she was “part Negro.”
“I’m only telling you this,” Channing recalls her mother, Peggy, saying, “because the Darwinian law shows that you could easily have a Black baby.”
Her mother continued by explaining Carol’s unique look. She told the doe-eyed performer that because of her heritage that was “why my eyes were bigger than hers (I wasn’t aware of this) and why I danced with such elasticity and why I had so many of the qualities that made me me.”
The revelation didn’t bother Channing, who said, “I thought I had the greatest genes in showbiz.”
George Channing, Carol’s father, was the son of a German American father and a Black mother. While still very young, his mother, who worked as a domestic, moved him and his sister from his birthplace of Augusta, GA, to Providence, RI, where she thought people would never recognize his “full features.”
Channing’s paternal grandmother didn’t raise her father and his sister because she “didn’t want anyone to see her around her children” because she was “colored,” the performer surmised.

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Aired November 27, 2002 – 21:00 ET
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KING: Lets start early in that truth. Your father was black.
CHANNING: No, he was not black. I wish I had his picture. He was — he was a — his skin was the color of mine. I don’t know maybe. Yes, it’s all right. Well any, no. My father — you read the tabloids, don’t you?
KING: No, it says in my notes your beloved father, George Channing, a newspaper editor, renowned Christian Science lecturer listed as colored on his birth certificate.
CHANNING: Yes, and the place burned down, but nobody ever knew that. But I know it. Every time I start to sing or dance, I know it, and I’m proud of it.
KING: So he was black?
CHANNING: No, He had in — there was a picture in our family album and my grandmother said — I never saw them. My grandfather was Nordic German and my grandmother was in the dark. And they said no that was — she was — and I’m so proud of it I can’t tell you. When our champion gave me that last third (UNINTELLIGIBLE) on “Hello Dolly!” Again. No white woman can do it like I did. KING: So you’re proud of your mixed heritage?
CHANNING: Very, when I found out. I was 16-years-old and my mother told me. And you know, only the reaction on me was, Gee, I got the greatest genes in show business.
KING: Some people years ago discovering that might have been disturbed by it?
CHANNING: Yes, years ago because when I found out about it, you don’t want to do that.
KING: You don’t say it.
CHANNING: You don’t say it. There’s a lot of it down South.
KING: People are ashamed of it.
CHANNING: I’d proud of it.
KING: I’m glad to hear it.
CHANNING: I really am. I mean look, what makes you, you? You don’t know. None of us knows our heritage. Not in the United States.
KING: We’re all immigrants.
CHANNING: Exactly, this is the changing face of America. I’m part of it. Isn’t it wonderful?
KING: You damn right.
CHANNING: I’m young again.
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Tiffany: She’s proud, but she can’t name “it”….
What is it required to do? Its bylaws require members to hold an annual meeting in September and to meet on a regular basis on a schedule that they set themselves. The members are also to meet whenever the committee chairman or superintendent needs them to, such as to review the attendance lines for new schools that open in the fall.
Why are members required to be only black or white? When a group of parents filed a suit against the district, Hispanics were not included in the lawsuit. Blacks were separated from whites, and several black parents sued for their children’s rights to equal access to public schools.
What are the details of the case? A group of Orange parents first sued the district in 1962, spurred by its refusal to let Evelyn R. Ellis attend Boone High. Her father, John P. Ellis, was president of the Orange County NAACP. The lawsuit evolved over the years, with different parties, including the NAACP, signing on. In 1964, a judge declared Orange must desegregate its schools. During that time, Orange often ignored the order and at times deliberately flouted it. In 1971, for example, School Board members voted to go to jail rather than accept busing for racial balance. Later, members agreed to move 900 students around the county. Orange has largely ended that practice for all but about six schools.
http://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/education/orl-asecracebox08040809apr08,0,4849860.story

This article is a little long, but I find it very interesting. I especially love the statistics on white mom/black dad vs black mom/white dad births. The very first story told by a mother reminds me of the summer when I was 7 or 8 and my new “best friend” told me she couldn’t play with me anymore because I’m black. I also like the letter to the editor included at the end. I think this story often gets told today in a needlessly somber tone. The picture at the end is just cute (you know I like to include a picture with every post), it isn’t related to the article. I couldn’t resist a munchkin mixie and a cavalier king charles spaniel. The stuff my dreams are made of!
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For Mothers of Biracial Children, Prejudice Mars the Pride |
Meredith Higgins remembers the first time she crossed the color line for the sake of her daughter, Anna – the child of a black father and a white mother. Higgins asked a neighbor, a white woman like herself, if the woman’s daughter could play with her 5-year-old. The neighbor said it wasn’t possible just then but promised to call to get the two girls together.
She didn’t call, and when Higgins ran into the woman at a supermarket, she was shunned. Higgins later saw the woman’s daughter playing with other children – all of them white.
“I guess I would say this is one of those kinds of experiences that I predicted was possible,” Higgins said. “I did not explain {to my daughter} that it might be racial . . . . It was more like a disappointment.”
On Mother’s Day 1991, an increasing number of women in the Washington area and across the country are mothers to biracial children, and many of them are forced to grapple with discrimination and racism to protect their sons and daughters. These mothers say they suffer stares in shopping malls and restaurants, snide comments, the coolness of relatives who first don’t understand why they would marry outside their race and then reject the children.
And after all of that, they say, they ultimately must face the questions from their children: “Who am I? What am I? Where do I fit?”
The children “do have problems explaining to friends who they are,” said Janice Lorenz, of Prince George’s County, the black mother of two children whose father is white. “I tell them, `You know you are an interracial child, and for some people that may be a problem, but you are who you are.’ The natural instinct is for mothers to protect. The bottom line is we can’t always protect, so we have to equip.”
According to the National Center for Health Statistics, the number of births to interracial couples has increased dramatically since 1968, when such figures were first recorded. Twenty-three years ago, 7,244 babies were born to white mothers and black fathers. By 1988, the latest figures available, that number had jumped to 33,875.
The increase was as sharp for births to black mothers and white fathers. In 1968, there were 2,375 of these babies; by 1988, the number had grown to 17,070. There have been similar increases in the number of births to Asians, Hispanics and American Indians who had children with whites. Most of the interracial children, according to the statistics, are born to black and white couples.
The latest census figures documenting the number of interracial families in the Washington area are not yet available, but officials say the number of interracial families here is rising steadily. Many parents of biracial children say they have moved to this area because of its ethnic diversity and because it seems more tolerant.
During the past few years, several organizations have sprung up across the country to provide support for the swell of interracial families. Many mothers use them so that their children can see there are others like them.
“The mother has a lot of responsibility trying to help the child deal” with being biracial, said Godfrey Franklin, a psychologist at the University of West Florida who counsels interracial couples. “She is the one who usually must deal with all the emotions and the pain and agony from Day One.”
Several mothers of biracial children in the Washington area say they have become bridges between races at a time when race relations seem to be deteriorating. “Under this roof,” says Lorenz, “there is a loving coexistence of two races.”
In interviews, four women talked about their special kind of mothering.
One morning out of the blue, Lori Darden’s 3-year-old daughter announced she wanted her toast black like her daddy. Darden, who is white, was startled but then explained to her daughter her uniqueness.
Darden, 30, took a cup of black coffee and a cup of cream and then poured them together. The liquid became brown like her daughter, Leandra, who could see why she is not exactly the color of her parents.
Darden, who lives in Springfield, says people often stare at her, Leandra and a 10-month-old son, Jay Spenser, and some “ignorant” people tell her how nice it is for her to have adopted black babies.
“It makes me so angry,” she says. “I carried these children for nine months. The point is they are my children.”
Darden, editor of the Fairfax County employees newsletter, says something as simple as buying toys is a challenge.
“I would love to go into a Toys R Us. But you go in those stores and you see black dolls and white dolls,” she says. “My daughter is not really either of those. She is both.” Darden has found catalogues that provide toys for multiracial children. In some cases, parents can send in samples of the color for the toys.
Having biracial children, says Darden, has made her more sensitive to race issues. “As a white woman, I encounter very little prejudice. Every day of my life is easy. You can go through life with blinders on and think the world is hunky-dory. But when you have a biracial child, you see how people react to blacks.”
Sometimes, she says, it hurts.
Carol Anderson, 47, a tiny white woman with cropped hair, has two daughters. One is the color of ivory and has curly brown hair. She has Anderson’s facial features. The other is bronze, the color of caramel. She looks nothing like her mother.
Hilary, 17, and her sister, Caroline, 15, call themselves black. Caroline, the darker daughter, says she likes to shock people. “When I walk in someplace with my mother, I like to say, `Mom,’ and people say, `Huh?’ “
Anderson says it doesn’t matter what her daughters want to be; if they want to be black, she says, that is their choice. Most important, she has tried to teach them to be comfortable with themselves.
A lawyer and development consultant who directs Capitol Hill Group Ministries, Anderson says she has always been a political person, a rebel, a woman who was not “enamored” of her white culture.
“You have a handful of mothers here who have chosen to make a positive statement across race lines,” says Anderson, who lives in Northeast Washington. “As W.E.B. Du Bois said, the issue of the 21st century is the issue of the color line. And I believe that wholeheartedly.”
Over the years, Anderson recalls, there have been a few poignant times when the color line issue was raised between Caroline and Hilary.
Once, she says, she and her daughters were driving across the Mexican border into the United States when a customs official singled out Caroline. As Anderson and Hilary, the fair-skinned daughter, waited in the car, the agent interrogated Caroline about her nationality. Anderson remained silent.
When the family pulled away, Anderson said she discussed what happened and her daughter knew she had been targeted because she was the only visibly black person in the car.
Meredith Higgins has made sure her daughter, Anna, 10, knows the strong roots of both her cultures.
Of the grandmother who came from Germany as an orphan. Of her father’s ancestors, who were slaves and who graduated from universities in the late 1800s, when that was unusual for blacks.
“The challenges are simply to make sure that you are not completely immersed in your own ethnic background to the detriment of the child,” says Higgins, a senior manager of a health association.
Higgins, 48, says she feels blessed to be living in the Washington area because of its diversity. Her family attends All Souls Church in the District, where there are a large number of families with biracial children.
At home, Higgins says, her family doesn’t concentrate on being different. Anna, who is the color of honey, skips across the living room of the Silver Spring home. With both arms, she squeezes her mother. “She’s a wonderful mother,” she announces. She turns to her black father and kisses him on the cheek. “We’re normal. We’re happy,” she says.
“Years ago,” says Higgins, “people would say if you are in an interracial marriage, your children would suffer.”
Anna chimes in: “I don’t see me suffering. We’re normal. We really are.”
Janice Lorenz, 42, sat across from her son recently and tried to get to the bottom of why the 14-year-old said he sometimes feels self-conscious about being in certain public situations with his white father.
He talked of how when he stands in line with his father at McDonald’s the cashier assumes they are not together, and how people stare when he calls to his father across a store.
“I feel proud of who I am, but I have difficulty explaining,” he says to his mother. “You know how you say I should feel proud when people ask if he’s my dad? I feel it’s hard to explain.”
Lorenz, a transportation planner in Northern Virginia, listens patiently and encourages her son to dig deeper into his feelings.
“You are assuming the worst,” she tells him. “That’s not healthy . . . . You don’t have to defend who you and your dad are.”
DeNeen L. Brown. “For Mothers of Biracial Children, Prejudice Mars the Pride.” The Washington Post
This was posted a week later…
– Theresa Stringfellow How About the Upside? When we participated in an interview for your Mother’s Day story on mothers of biracial children {May 12}, we didn’t deny the few negative experiences. But while your story did have some high notes, we thought this would be a Mother’s Day piece about special mothers of dynamic children. Instead, the article perpetuated the misconception that interracial relationships are always fraught with problems. Also, contrary to your headline, mothers of biracial children would never let racism or prejudice lessen their pride. These mothers deserve praise, and they find their rewards in the wonderful children they raise.
