"This is my skin and I’m always going to be in this skin so I’m going to love it."
The majestic concept of being mixed-race. They get the best of both worlds. Or maybe the best of three. Or four. Or five. However, along with perks of being multiracial there are many mixed-race people around the world who feel lost in connection to tradition and culture. This post is centered on the almost never-shared point of view of the average, completely mixed-race person. Jahaan tells us about her good and bad experiences of being very multiracial.
I’m… wow, I don’t know how many races – I’m super mixed-race. [I have] family and grandparents from Afghanistan, Malaysia, and Netherlands – it’s so funny and so weird. I always hated being so mixed. I always just wanted to be like, ‘I am German’ or whatever, but now I truly think it’s cool to have so many different backgrounds.
I went to the Al Bairre concert recently and we went to go sit down in front of this group of people so that we could be closer to the stage. Then this boy was like, “Look at these f***ing disgusting coloureds. They think they can do whatever they want and that they own this place.” They literally spoke [badly] about me and my friend and how disgusting and ‘coloured’ we are for like an hour. Maybe more. I wanted to say something but I didn’t want to start any drama, you know? I’m just here to have a good time and watch a band just like you. I have every right to be here, just like you do and you’re not better than me.
I have one great, great grandfather that was black and nobody [in the family] showed traits of being a black person. But for some reason, I’m the only one in my family that has curly, thick hair. My mother tried her best to tame it down and everyone says that I’m the one that looks most like him. I feel like everyone used to try and make me feel really bad about it, like how unmanageable my curls were. Now I wish my hair was still that curly to hold onto that part [of me]. I don’t think having a black great, great grandfather is anything to be ashamed of. I think it’s really cool.
On my dad’s side, everyone is really pale and they all have green or blue eyes or something along those lines. You know, pretty eyes. I always used to feel super [bad] about the way I look with my tan skin and brown eyes because I just felt like it was so plain compared to them. I’m still trying to let myself realise that just because my eyes are not ‘colourful’, just because my eyes are not blue or green [that] doesn’t mean they’re not pretty.
I’ve really started embracing my skin. I started embracing that I have super blotchy skin. It’s always going red and blotchy, and I get rashes easily. The red blotchiness – I hated that, but now I’m like whatever. This is my skin and I’m always going to be in this skin so I’m going to love it.
- JAHAAN ISRAEL