Personal Narrative: My Multiracial Family

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My parents grew up very differently. My mother was born on November 18,1965 and had a white mother and a black father. In the time period she was in, being biracial and having a biracial family was not the norm. She spent most of her life with her mother because her parents had divorced and her father soon died. Walking down the street with her sister and mother, they would get constant stares from people, of either confusion or disgust. Wondering what a white woman was doing with two black babies.A great deal of her life was spent with her mother, she felt like she belonged more with her white side because growing up without her dad ,the only portion of herself she knew how to be was her mother’s half. She did not how to be black, she never …show more content…
Multiracial Americans have increased in the population. I am black, white and samoan, with a biracial mother and a fully samoan father. Racism/discrimination are circumstances I have never had to deal with in my life. I was always aware of the cruel,racist people in this world but I have never experienced it first hand, just like my father. I never thought I could ever be disrespected in that way, and I have had a blessed enough life to not go through what others struggle with everyday. Having a lighter complexion has had its advantages. I relate more with the white standards of beauty so I am seen as better than people with a darker complexion. I consider the fact that I there is a slim to none chance I will ever be discriminated against a blessing. The curse is that I will always feel a sense of isolation. I have been made to feel as if I wasn't enough of a each race to be considered any of them, I was made to feel that I was obligated to choose a part of me based on other's accusations. Some are so quick to judge mainly based on one's outer appearance, some people look at me and just see black. I tell people yes I am black...and white and samoan. I acknowledge every part of me when explaining my race to strangers, but on a personal level I don’t. A majority of my life I have only identified with the minority side of me.Feeling more comfortable with them because I have always related to them more than my white

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