In my 22 years of life, I’ve never felt more violated, attacked, invaded and harassed brought on by the color of my skin and the vernacular I chose and grew up on. I do not have to clarify or justify who I am as a person, and why I am who I am, (for all intents and purposes, I will this once).
I think it is so disgusting for human beings to judge and berate one another, tirelessly. I am a biracial woman, and the verbiage I use and who I surround myself with has absolutely nothing to do with me, “forgetting where I came from.” You don’t have a concern of me forgetting where I came from; you have a concern of me not acting the way you believe I should based on the color of my skin.
Want to know where I came from? Perhaps many moons ago, somewhere in Africa-because it’s fitting to the African side of me; but also Ireland. Down the line, I was raised by three parents with masters degrees in education. I educate myself on non-conflict diamonds and adopting sweet Haitian babies. I belong to the most perfect interracial family and in 2015 I am still labeled as “white-washed.” And what defines those terms of being “white-washed”? According to the classic and always on point Urban Dictionary they state the definition as:
“A derogatory term used to describe a minority who has assimilated with western society. The “White washed” person does not necessarily abandon his/her own culture but rather embrace others beside his/her own. Some people take it as a compliment while others take it as an insult.”
It literally states it as a derogatory term, and as a person who doesn’t abandon their roots but can embrace and live another type of culture. Wow. Thank you. That’s the biggest compliment and insult I could ever receive.
As I stated before, I am biracial. Do you know how long it took for someone like me to appreciate and love all the different qualities I gained from both sides of the spectrum? It’s constant. You can call me “white-washed,” but, jokes on you, because as far as I’m concerned this “white-washed” 22-year-old woman is proud of who she is and I apparently, (by Urban Dictionary’s terms), have a more accepting and open-minded perspective of this world and the people in it–unlike you. I guess I have my well-educated black father and beautifully insightful Caucasian mother, and the culture we created for ourselves, to thank for that.