Being Biracial

I'm from West Texas (it doesn't get much more conservative than that), and my mother is white and my father is black. Needless to say, my grandparents never approved of my mom and dad's relationship (they later split), but they always loved me. Unlike some of my mixed brothers and sisters, I look like I could be black. I have a light complexion and curly hair, but it's clear I'm not white. I clearly remember going places with my white family and people would stare, not necessarily in a rude way, but just that stare that shows they're trying to figure out why this little black girl is with all these white people. This was way before international adoption was common, and it wasn't unusual to see a little brown kids with white parents. But this is smalltown Texas in the 80s. People expected to be able to look at you and your family and figure things out.
The important thing is my family never made a big deal out of it. If they noticed the same stares I did, they never let on. I think my family's response to a lot of things involving race was very formative for me. To this day, I'm conscious of my racial background, but it doesn't make me self-conscious. And that's served me well.
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1 Response Aug 5, 2010

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