I’ve always been asked about my ethnicity. I didn’t think anything of it. I thought that people were just curious because of my Jamaican accent. But over the years, I’ve managed to perfect the American accent and thought that people would stop asking about my background. Sadly, that hasn’t been the case. Now that my husband and I are parents to biracial children, questions about their race is something that we deal with all the time.
“Where are you from?” That’s a great way to break the ice and start a conversation, so I thought.
“I’m from Jamaica,” I’d answer proudly. But the more people asked, the more I wondered why. Is it that obvious I’m not a natural born American?
Finally I started to change my response. “I live in New York.”
But, then I’d get hit with the follow up question, “But where are you from originally?” I guess my answer was apparently not enough to satisfy their curiosity.
The older I got, the more people asked about my ethnic background during job interviews, casual conversations, you name it. It was weird to me because I speak with an American accent and I’m black.
So I finally started asking, “Why?”
“Where are you from?” a news director asked during an interview. “Well, I grew up in New York,” I said.
He went on to ask about where my family is from and where I’m from originally. Is my Jamaican accent starting to slip out? I thought I had this thing under control, I thought to myself.
For those you who aren’t familiar with the TV news business – the more ambiguous the accent, the better your chances of getting hired. For some odd reason, heavy regional accents aren’t always accepted.
I took a moment to gather my thoughts an asked the gentleman, “Why do you ask? I get asked that all the time.”
“You have a very exotic look,” he responded. It wasn’t my accent. It was the way I looked?!
All this time, I had no idea. Then I connected the dots. There was always that guy in class who teased me by pulling his eyes back and mimicking me.
The beauty queen from South Carolina who slipped me her number and insisted that I call her, after not making top ten. She later told me to accentuate my eyes. “Your eyes are your stand out feature,” she said.
Then I began to think of modeling agents who told me, “You have a very exotic look.”
“Ohh, I want to beat your face,” a makeup artist once said (a phrase commonly used in the modeling industry). The artist complimented my eyes and skin, saying that she can do amazing things to bring out my features.
Back to my interview. As I sat in the news director’s office, I had an “Aha moment,” as Oprah would say.
After all these years, I realize that I do look different. Even though my pigment is dark brown, my features tell another story.
For the record, I do have Asian relatives, but have never made the connection. My mom often talks about her Irish grandmother from Ireland, but I never considered myself Irish. I was raised Jamaican, so I always considered myself Caribbean or West Indian.
Now that I’m a mom to biracial children, the focus has shifted. People want to know about their background. If we’re together, it’s pretty obvious. But, when I’m alone it’s another story.
Whenever I show someone photos of our kids, they look back at me with a confused look.
“What is the father?” “Is he light skin?” “Is the father Spanish?” “What are they mixed with?” “Is their Dad white?” These are some of the questions people ask after seeing pictures of them. I don’t want to appear overly sensitive, but it can get pretty annoying.
I reached out to a friend of mine, Constance Jones, who is also biracial. I asked her if there is a right way to ask, “Are you mixed?”
“There is no proper way– I am open to anyone who seems interested in learning about my history,” she said.
“I spent a large part of my childhood in Germany–so maybe that made a difference– I had a strong connection to my “white side” at a young age,” she added.
She went on to say that she she grew up around lots of other mixed people on military bases, and was never questioned about her race until college.
Aubrey @ 53 Weeks says
I completely agree with so much of what you’re saying. I get it all the time too…BUT I find the “Where are you from?” a bit offensive because I am FROM here..like born and raised in California…and people have a hard time (depending what region) accepting that me or people who look like me aren’t from a foreign country…SMH! I also have “biracial” kids…but I don’t really refer to them that way, they’re just my kids. Thankfully our skin tone is pretty similar…but I do often field questions about their father’s “look.” too… It’s mostly curiosity..BUT as you’re pointed out..what’s the right way!?!? There is no one RIGHT way, but preferably NOT the first thing out of someone’s mouth!!!
Live from the Playroom says
I love this!
I don’t feel like there is any acceptable reason for a person to feel like they have the right to ask if you or your kids are biracial. Right off the bat that’s obvious to me someone is judging another person by their skin color.
I think it’s unacceptable, but I’ve never been on the receiving end.
I’m white, German decent – and have had people ask if I’m Italian or Mexican…
Family history is one thing. Prying because you don’t understand someone’s “look?” Not okay.
Love that you’re delving into this!
Life With A Side Of Sarcasm says
First, your children are gorgeous!
Second, I can totally relate to this article and I love it. My children are/will be (due in May) Caucasian (Irish/German/American Indian) and Cambodian/Vietnamese. My children have darker skin and almond eyes and I think they are stunning.
Many people stare when my husband and I are walking through the grocery store, etc. This happens especially when our son is with us (we get a rare day a month when we can go alone) and a few times people have actually asked “WHAT” my husband is, to which he is used to but I still reply – “He is a human being” with an annoyed look on my face.
I guess I will never think it is acceptable because I havent lived with it all my life, and I wasnt raised to see color or differences, but I dont want the ignorance of others to have my children questioning themselves, their beauty or their worth.
That is something I am struggling to kind of figure out how to conquer without making them cynical or maybe as harsh and sarcastic as I might be.
Thanks for writing this article!!
-Meghan
Weather Anchor Mama says
Thanks for reading Meghan. It does get annoying. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.