Neither fish nor fowl, exotic but slightly shy of ethnic, colorful but not quite white, multicultural by blood but acultural by practice, products of the global village but in a world all our own.
We are normal people who fall outside of the norm.
We are the fastest growing minority in the US–though I never knew that we were counted as a group.
We know how much #BlackLivesMatter. Our blood was spilled along with that of Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, Walter Scott, and Akai Gurley. We are equally outraged by the 300+ cases of black deaths at the hands of police in 2015, and by the fact that Peter Liang was a fall guy one of them. We are embarrassed by what Southwest Airlines did to Khairuldeen Makhzoomi, and our broken hearts go out to our 6th grade sister in the Bronx brutalized for wearing her hijab. We identify with everyone and no one at all.
We are mulatto, mestizo, and multiracial. We are Amerasian and Afroasian, hapa and hybrid. But all of the labels in the world cannot help us spot one another on a train platform or pick friendlies out of a white crowd. We bear no common marks, share neither fatherlands nor mother tongues. We cannot bond over our ethnic meals, euphorically dance to our ethnic music, dress in our traditional ethnic clothing to celebrate our ethnic holidays. We fall between the fibers of our cultural lexicon and of our social fabric.
We are mixed-race folk, and we were homeless before Heidi.
See you at Mixed Remixed this June.
I recently had the great good fortune of connecting with Heidi Durrow, best-selling author and founder of the Mixed Remixed Festival. This article is fourth in a series that Heidi was kind enough to publish on the Mixed Remixed Festival blog.