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Last week I read a great blog post, see it here! It was one of those experiences where your heart races a little faster with both the comprehension of the subject and excitement with it! My great friend Mama-andmore wrote about a subject that we have spoken about in many contexts before, a subject which drew us to one another when we first met at college many years ago and one that intrigues us further since having our own offspring. It is the subject of identifying as mixed-race.
I always have so much to say on this subject that it is very easy for me to get carried away thinking I'm writing my dissertation all over again! In fact, I'm very late in publishing this post because I've re-written it a number of times realizing that I may be going off track somewhat. So, anyway Mama-andmore asked me for a response to her post and without giving it too much thought (so as not to get into dissertation mode) this is what I wrote:
'This is a great post Zaz, really effortless and natural! I am mixed-race with a Ghanaian(West African) father and a white British mother. I spent my early years in Ghana and moved to Britain when I was ten and on occasion I was both celebrated and insulted in equal measure from both 'sides'. There were cultural issues to face as the question of race and identity were very different for each 'side'. I learned very quickly to be adaptable and accepting of each 'sides' prejudices and misunderstandings and saw my role as an advocate for both camps! I would love to say with confidence that the colour of a persons skin bares little meaning but I don't believe it to be true. I definitely choose for my 7 year old and four year old boys to keep their hair long because it is their hair and not their skin colour that identifies them as 'mixed' and it is very important to us as a family that they have a sense of both pride and clarity in their ethnic and family background. I feel equally passionate about sharing with them stories about their white great-grandmother who was a single parent back in the 1940's, all of these histories are fundamental in shaping who we are and where we came from. However, skin colour visibly 'outs you' whichever side of the fence you sit on and when being in the minority means always standing out in a crowd, that can be a burden whether it's a mixed-race girl in a predominantly white school or a white woman in rural west africa in the 1960's like my mother experienced. I could go on and on ... but I won't! I'll definitely be linking this great post on my blog for others to see Zaz, it's such a great topic for debate and shared experiences!'
On reflection, my comment seemed rather negative and I came away thinking that I may have done 'both sides' a disservice but actually I think that's because where I live right now I don't really have to think about the colour of my skin. In my average day to day experiences it's all pretty cosy and middle class and safe but this has not been the case all of my life. Even seventeen odd years ago when that hubby of mine and I first started dating there were definitely places where we knew not to hold hands because it wasn't worth the hassle of something kicking off. I've never mentioned this to my eldest son - a boy with a real sense of justice he would find it shocking because thankfully he hasn't had any negative experiences so far of that type. He thinks it's normal to get stopped repeatedly wherever we go and told how 'AMAZING' his hair is! There are definitely advantages to living in a country where 'Mixed-Race' is one of the fastest growing ethnic groups! My cousins and siblings were right all those years ago in Ghana when we said 'one day there will be a third race, the 'mixed-race!'
Mama-andmore and I would love to hear about your experiences too, so do get in touch and leave comments. Lastly, here's a short but interesting article that appeared in a paper today.
