Growing up as a mixed race child was difficult to say the least when your childhood home is primarily in an all white community. I say this only because I went to a Mexican supermarket today to gather some ingredients for making pastelles and a part of me felt out of place (will explain further later on). Kids in school can be some of the cruelest creatures on earth. Once they find a weakness or something “different” about you they lay into it like a dog chewing on an old bone.
It was not always easy in rural America. I sometimes wondered why God allowed this bullying. Why teachers seemed to always look the other way. And when my daughter attended kindergarten at the same grade school years later that racist mentality was still there…with 5 year olds.
It starts at home and any kind of cruelness against others should also stop there. Children need to be taught that it’s not ok to pick on others. When my daughter was old enough to understand (and she is mixed also) I taught her to accept people as they are. White, black, Hispanic, gay or straight we all deserve to be treated with some dignity.
Now, when I was at the Mexican supermarket a part of me felt like I didn’t fit in. It’s difficult (to put it mildly) when you are of mixed race because neither side fully accepts you as their own. So you are in a state of limbo and it’s up to you, relying on your own inner strength to move forward. My Puerto Rican cousins would call me gringa and the kids in school would call me a wetback. Though, as I stated in a previous post that racist name is not what Puerto Ricans are known by. Of course halfbreed was thrown in there. It took years to recover from such immature and cruel teasing but it also made me a stronger person, accepting of others.
There are those at work who look at me and have stated I have NEVER faced racism. Saying this so matter of factly. I never thought Hispanics all had a “certain look” about them. I have been mistaken for Italian, Asian, and yes white-which the latter IS part of my diverse heritage.
Trust me…I straighten her racist ass out. Everyone has faced some type of discomfort growing up or even now as an adult in fitting in. Sometimes though you just want to be left alone or simply be accepted as part of this human race, irregardless of what your bloodlines are.