Growing up, I was the darkest person throughout my whole academic career-and I’m not black. I’m biracial with my mother having a Hispanic, Puerto Rican ethnic background while my dad was also biracial with African American and Caucasian background giving me a natural all-year-around tan look to my skin. With being the only girl with a hint of color in their skin, I was the main target for any racial joke that was made by my peers and even sometimes my teachers....more
I was born in Puerto Rico but raised in the United States, so I get the best of both worlds--Fireworks on the Fourth of July and lechon for Noche Buena. If you, like me, grew up in a Hispanic American household, you probably had some ‘splaining to do every time your friends came over....more
Recently, the latest Census report revealed that the majority of babies born in the U.S. are non-white, which has prompted the question: does it make sense to keep using the term “minority” to describe blacks, Latinos, Asians and Native Americans? ...more
In a first of its kind study, minority (African American, Asian and Hispanic) toddlers with autism have been found to have more delayed communication, language and gross motor skills than their Caucasian counterparts.This is separate than other issues related to minority toddlers with autism, such as:• Minorities are less likely to receive an early diagnosis of autism• Minorities may not have the same access to care• The parents of minority children with autism may not identify warning signs as early...more
A few months before our first son was born, my husband and I moved into a charming downtown sort of neighborhood with many amenities: historic homes, tree-lined streets, shops and restaurants within walking distance. The community was eclectic and diverse, but good public education not one of the selling points. It was assumed that by the time our not-yet-born child turned five, we would move to a standard suburb with high scoring public schools. ...more
When I first started hefting a carry on into the overhead compartment, it seemed like everyone looked like me. Traveling was for Jewish kids sent off to work on the kibbutz or pale colored language students favored by their teachers enough to get the foreign exchange program recommendation. The browner travelers I saw were primarily visitors to family members divided by circumstances. I did meet travelers from all over the planet, but if they had any color to them, it's because they'd spent the last month on a Greek island or hanging out in the Sinai. Wandering was, it seemed, for the white.
In the Prologue to Strange Pilgrims, Gabriel Garcia Marquez talks about a dream where he goes to his own funeral and sees all his friends there, but when he wants to leave with them, he's told he's the only one who can't go to the after-party. (That's right, in dreams there are always after-parties.) Well, Marquez relates this being-left-behind to expatriation and isolation. Sounds heady, I know, but as a minority and an adoptee, isolation is all up in my writing's business, so I thought I'd talk about it. I thought I'd talk about setting as well, so be prepared for the following mess.
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