A little about My Story the real Mixed Me
In 1975, when I was 5 years old my MIXED parents moved from San Francisco to Phoenix, Arizona. My siblings and I found ourselves in a neighborhood where we seemed to be the only minorities around. Sure, there were black people in Arizona, but not where I lived. Growing up I was always either the only black kid in the school or one of 2 or 3 once I got to high school. I am not saying this is a bad thing, just my reality and therefore a big factor in determining how I would identify myself.
Because I obviously did not look white, I always referred to myself as black, although in the back of my head I always felt I was letting my mom down a little by not claiming that side too. Or maybe a little annoyed that I couldn't claim that side too in most circumstances.
I certainly "looked" black, but inside, I admit I "felt" white. Here I was in a very white neighborhood, school, community- all my friends were white. The only black people I knew were my siblings and my dad! For me, I think that is where the term "Oreo" comes in. Yes, on the outside I was black, but on the inside I was white. Hence, chocolate on the outside, vanilla in the middle!
My mom always got the stares from people wondering what her affiliation could be to all these brown skinned kids- I am one of five. Similar to what I get now raising my own family. I have six kids and my last two are blond and blue eyed! I can't tell you how many people ask me if I am their nanny!
My purpose in writing the Mixed Me book was to tell my story, celebrate how great it is that there are so many beautiful mixes out there, and open a discussion because everyone has their own story to tell!