Almost a month ago now, Cheerios aired a commercial featuring an interracial couple and their biracial lil girl. It was crazy cute. People also got crazy racist in the YouTube comments. So much so that the comment section was shut down.
Sometimes it’s hard to face, but racism continues to be an everyday occurrence. I think there is a growing community of young people, whether from experience or from their studies, or from a combination of the two, who are unafraid to call out racism for what it is. Everywhere.
(side note: Fear not! I’m not trying to say that there’s nothing we can do about racism, because that would be incredibly discouraging. There certainly are things we can do! How do you think we can fight racism as individuals and as a community? Drop me a comment!)
But what does racism look like for those inbetweeners. For those racially ambiguous mixed kids living in limbo between two or more communities that reluctantly accept them but are quick to point out how they’re different. Like my sister and me.
My mom is an immigrant from Colombia and my dad comes from a long line of white Texan cotton farmers with a couple Baptist preachers thrown in along the way. My sister and I are mixed, we love both our parents and their respective histories, and we pretty much have always embraced our mixedness.
But every once and a while, we are questioned. Every once and a while, family and friends remind us that they love us a lot but that we are different. They are simply more Latina than us.
But guess what loyal readers? Guess what took me decades to figure out?
Being Latina is not a competition. No one, let me say it again, no one, gets to tell you who you are. Nobody. Not your mom, not your teacher, not your dentist, not that guy who sits next to you in chemistry, nobody. Not even this blog post.
We are Latinas, and even within that community there is complexity, difference, interconnectedness, and variety. And that’s okay. In fact, that’s great! We are stronger, smarter, and more beautiful because Latinidad is flexible enough to encompass difference and strong enough to withstand change.
Those are just a few of my thoughts. What do y’all think? What does being both multiracial and Latina mean to you? Has anyone told you that you are not Latina enough?
with lots of love,
p.s. check out this blog post about similar issues!