Today, I'm thrilled to be a guest poster over at my friend Sarah's blog A Life With Subtitles. I love reading about Sarah's own adventures in an interracial and cross-cultural marriage. Sarah and her husband Billy also have the cutest daughter who they are intentionally raising biculturally. So I thought it would be perfect to write about my own experiences growing up biracial and how it really shaped who I am as a person. I love giving encouragement to other multiracial Americans and their families. Here's a little sneak peak:
There’s this thing called the myth of the “tragic mulatto” and it’s the idea that multiracial individuals are constantly plagued with issues of racial identity and an overwhelming sense of ambiguity about their place in society.
Obviously, it’s called a myth for a reason. But unfortunately, there are still people in this country who believe that interracial relationships should not exist and that by having children from these interracial relationships, you are dooming them to a life of burden and confusion over who they are and where they belong. That’s pretty dramatic if you ask me.