We Are All The Same

img_5033I’m not sure how my parents were so strong while being in an interracial relationship…
My dad told me this story and I could never ever forget it….
I was a baby and he and my mom were driving home one night…
They stopped at a gas station to get gas while I was in my car seat in the back seat.
Some young white guys between ages 20-25 started making comments to my mom in the car and when they saw my dad pumping gas they began to make inappropriate and racist comments. My dad finished pumping and got back in the car. As we left the guys followed us, almost running us off of the road. My dad sped to my grandma’s house and ran inside to tell my grandpa that people were following him, and that he thought they were trying to kill us just for being an interracial family.
Long story short, when they passed by my grandma’s house my grandpa made sure to show them that they should leave us alone because he was a hunter and had tools that can kill…if you know what I mean..
So this story sticks in my head because I was a baby and I may not be here if it ended ugly.
It’s crazy too think that my parents were willing to die for their family. Its motivation for me to help open up people’s minds like my mom and dad did and to show them that we are all human who bleed red…

Proud To Be a White Black Girl

fullsizerender-2Most of my confessions are stories about my dad. Of course I’m older now and accept my family just the way they are, but I wasn’t always so confident. A lot of my stories come from when I was younger, trying to accept myself. I started to see that I was different and that caused me to get embarrassed.

My dad used to work nights so he would bring and pick me up from school. I remember when he picked me up I would run to his truck and duck down so nobody saw me. I wanted to fit in and because of that I struggled with the fact that I was mixed but looked white. Looking back, I feel bad that I used to be ashamed of my dad and who I really was. If I could go back, I would tell my younger self to be strong and that being different is something to brag about!!

My Dad

fullsizerenderWhen I was in Junior High school my friends and I would go walk and get snowballs at a stand near my house. We would go get snowballs after school at least once a week. One particular day we went walk and it just so happened that my dad drove by. He stopped and asked us if we wanted a ride but we liked to walk and girl talk so we said no thanks. After he drove off, this random lady driving by stopped. She said that she noticed a black man following us and asked if she should call the police.

The black man following us was my father asking if we needed a ride, I said. At that young age I was kind of hurt by her comment. My dad couldn’t ask me if I needed help without people judging his skin color? But as I grew older, I just realized that some people weren’t raised the same way I was. Some people may not understand my family and that’s okay, but its a shame because they’re all shades and awesome!!

My Black White Brother

FullSizeRender (4)Sunday my brother Juliun moved to Houston. He’s turning 23 this month so he’s looking for a fresh start and Houston is his first stop. It’s bittersweet because I will of course miss him but at the same time I’m very proud of him. I know he’s going to be successful wherever he goes. He is the life of the party and has never met a stranger.  Juliun and I are complete opposites though. He is an extrovert and I’m definitely an introvert. He is loud and I’m a bit more soft spoken, but the biggest thing that sets us apart is simply how we look. He has an Olive complexion whereas mine is pale. When I got papers back on the first day of grade school or got a speeding ticket, I was a white female. When he got papers back on the first day of grade school or got a speeding ticket, he was a black male. Once, when he was in school, our mom went pick him up while he was in the band room. When he saw her standing there he got embarrassed and ran out because she was white. Once, when I was in school, my dad came pick me up and I too was embarrassed but because he was black. My brother and I are different in many ways. But, we also are alike in ways that we never knew. We both struggled with acceptance within ourselves and social judgments, a lot like other children. But all of that has made my brother my best friend (and sometimes I secretly wish for his tan.) Hopefully Houston keeps him safe!