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My Friend’s Not Black…

Do I have your attention? The title of this blog post sounds pretty charged, right? At first read, it’s definitely not PC in these volatile times of protests and demonstrations to fight for justice and make sure black voices are heard, and more importantly that their lives matter. Amid all this chaos and noise of the current climate, the pain and sadness I feel and see, this quote, the title of this post, came to my mind. “My Friend’s Not Black.”

About a couple years ago, I started the conversation with my boys about their cultural heritage. They were only about 4 and 5 at the time, but I felt it was time to gauge their understanding of race and ethnicity, and I wanted them to know about their heritage. Honestly they didn’t know much, and for them to comprehend being half Black (Daddy) and half Filipino (Mommy), was a new concept. However, because I told them that’s what they were, they accepted it.

As I tried to find examples and ways to communicate the “race” concept to them, I made reference to one of their good friends. He’s the same age as my older son, and they attended the same school and played on the same little league baseball team together. This friend is African-American, and I know that because I am a grown up and well, I just know.

Well, in my explanation – which I thought would help them identify a bit better with what it means to be mixed (i.e. half of one ethnic group and half of another), they rejected it! I believe I said something to the effect of your friend “Ryan” is Filipino and your friend “Jay” is Black or African-American, so you are a mixture of both those races, because Mommy is Filipino and Daddy is Black. Now, while they accepted that “Ryan” was Filipino, they refused to see that “Jay” was Black.

This is where the blog post title comes in. I distinctly recall my son saying “Jay” is not Black. And I replied, yes he is honey, he’s African-American. So, in all his innocent intelligence my son replied to me, “How do you know? He didn’t say he is.” Then, as I tried to reason and explain my POV, he again said, “My Friend’s Not Black.” It was a mind-blowing moment for me, proof that children view the world without assumptions or judgement, and only learn and know what we (parents) tell them. On top of that, he wasn’t telling me his friend’s not Black because “black” is a bad thing, he said it because he was coming at me more like, “Mom how do you know!?”

It seemed so obvious to me (as a grown up), but, I was so thankful and in awe of my child who rejected what I was saying, and didn’t want to assume or judge his friend’s race, based on what I was telling him. Again, what seemed obvious to me, was not a fact for him, simply because his friend did not tell him that.

I love telling this story, and I think right now is as good a time as ever to tell it. “Jay” is still a dear friend to both of my boys, and if you take away anything from this story, I hope to drive home the notion that children only know what we tell them, what we teach them and what they see from us. Children are not born to be racist, rather they are conditioned to have prejudice and make assumptions about others, it is a learned concept. If they are taught that differences make others “inferior” and unworthy, that’s the attitude they will carry, and potentially pass on.

Acceptance and understanding begins at home. Can you imagine if we all did our part to educate ourselves and our children, on topics like race, ethnicity and culture? I’m more than willing to bet the future will be better because of it. Differences are what makes us unique, but we all belong and deserve to be here together. Black Live Matter.

Talking to Kids About Race and Culture

Now that the school year is winding down, I’m starting to reflect on some of the challenges that came my way this year in my son’s Kindergarten class. Grade school (elementary) is a key time when kids start developing their view of the world outside of the home. They are exposed to a new environment, filled with fellow students, teachers and other grown-ups who all have unique stories and come from different backgrounds. Hopefully by the time your child enters a school environment, they’ve already been exposed to various images, cultures, ethnicities, etc… but in school, is when they really get to know and understand the differences (and similarities), that make us all wonderful and unique…and our words matter.

So where is the challenge in this? Well, while I think it’s great for kids to learn about their own background and that of the others surrounding them at school and in our communities, I also feel strongly that it is our right and duty as parents to determine how and when we want to educate and inform our own children about their ancestry and identities. And, that is the “challenge” I encountered this school year.

I actually plan to write a series of posts exploring the several challenges I faced this year in my son’s class. As I look back on the school year, I realize that overall the scope of this “situation” was certainly an exception and not the norm, but I’m also sure I’m not the only one who’s ever faced this issue, so I want to share my experience. You know the saying, “if you see something, say something,” and seriously, when it comes to the safety and well-being of our kids, and something seems out of place or makes you uncomfortable, speak up. Chances are you aren’t the only person who feels that way, and it’s not okay for parents to act inappropriately, especially in a school setting.

On to my story. The first interaction I had with this parent in my son’s class, was about a month into the school year, when this parent approached me to say he told my child what “he is.” The parent proceeded to explain to me he told my son he is a “Pinoy,” and that my son didn’t know what that is. Well, I was certainly taken aback by the comfort level of this parent and the red flags popped up, but I responded by telling this dad that my children are mixed, and they know they are half Filipino. I told him that while the term “pinoy” isn’t derogatory, it’s not one I use, so how would my child know what he was talking about. Beyond that, I explained that right now, at 5-years old, I’m more concerned with my child learning to read and write, than pointing out ethnic differences in people. Think about this… an adult approached my 5-year old child, without ever having spoken to me or my son’s father, to tell him “what” he is.

This initial interaction totally rubbed me the wrong way. First of all, how would this person even know my ethnicity without ever having a conversation with me about it, and why would he think it’s okay to address my son about it. I’ll admit I am hyper-sensitive to comments about race and culture, because often times, people can be straight up offending when inquiring about it. Also, I felt pretty violated that this person had access to my kid and talk to my kid about his race based on assumptions. I feel ethnicity/ancestry is an area where each parent should have their own prerogative and control on how they want to introduce the concepts to their children.

To make matters worse, this parent did not stop his “ignorance” in this conversation or with other comments made in the classroom. I guess this person felt that because he works with many Filipina “Pinays,” he knows all about the culture…because that’s what he told me. I really just tried to brush it off and made a mental note that I didn’t need to further interact with this dad. However, as the weeks went on, this parent continued to make “well-intentioned” racially insensitive comments to other parents in the classroom setting – while volunteering, even going so far as to point out parents who spoke with or without accents. Of course, I couldn’t stay quiet and told him he sounded racist and you just don’t say things like that. He attempted to apologize and I responded by saying, it’s not just about me being offended, but when you make those types of comments people are going to feel a certain way.

Unfortunately, this isn’t the end of the story with the crisis I was about to face in that classroom, more on that later. However, getting back to the theme of this post, I want to say that I hope as parents we can all respect each other’s cultures and backgrounds. I hope we can all teach and learn to celebrate differences, but not overstep boundaries in the process. Honestly, when they are just entering school, they probably notice the different hair and eye colors, range of skin shades and maybe even the various languages among their peers, but it isn’t until we start to point out and teach the differences, that they would even think too much about it. For the most part, until these concepts are introduced, my kids just accept that we all come in different shapes, colors and sizes…but at the end of the day, we are all the same.

I’m Not Going to Label My Kids Biracial…

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I’ve had this topic on my mind a lot lately…the way society likes to “label” and designate people into categories based on race, culture, ethnicity, etc… One of the common terms we hear a lot is “biracial.” By definition, it means: having a biological mother from one racial group and a biological father from another. Okay, so in my case, my children could technically be called “biracial,” but I am not going to put that label on them. From an ethnic standpoint I am Filipino (for the most part) and their father is Black (with his roots stemming from Louisiana Creole). When I look at my babies, they are mine and I don’t view them as my biracial kids.

I guess you could say I’m hypersensitive to these tags we’re given, especially when we fill out a form and have to check a box defining our race, ethnicity, etc… It’s annoying. And what’s even more bothersome is the often times misuse of the terms. So many times people will ask what my “nationality” is and when I tell them American..they are baffled. I mean, I know what they are asking, but that’s not the right term to use. Then, many times when I give them the info I want, I’m greeted with, “well, you don’t look Filipino,” etc… I know their father has gotten his fair share of questions about his appearance too.

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Alright, so all this to say that I hear the biracial term thrown around all the time and there’s nothing wrong with it…BUT it seems pretty inclusive to people who are black and white. My kids aren’t black and white, but they are biracial. My boys have dark hair and brown skin, they look like me and their dad…and for me, that’s what matters.

If I had to choose a term, I’d say “mixed” would be preferred. Growing up in the Bay Area, California, I was fortunate to be surrounded by a melting pot of people, I had plenty of friends from varying ethnic backgrounds and while I recognized cultural differences and our differing appearances, I wasn’t necessarily taught to classify people because of them. So, I’m not going to (consciously) label my children that way either.

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I realize my children will learn about race and ethnicity, and that as parents they will look to us for guidance in understanding it. However, I refuse to be the one to label them and view them as my “biracial” boys or my mixed kids. Instead of putting race at the beginning of the equation, I’ll push it toward the back, as more of a matter of fact item, than one that defines who they are, before all else… I will surround them with love and acceptance by way of education, friends and experience, and help them appreciate people.

There’s nothing wrong with being biracial or mixed, but since mine aren’t “black and white,” – and really nothing in this world truly is, I will not contribute to creating a box that they really don’t need to be in, and apparently they don’t really fit in, because when I hear biracial, my children don’t come to mind. My boys are my little humans, they are a blessing and they are beautiful.

If you are the parent of a “biracial” or “mixed” child, I would be interested to hear how you approach and/or view this topic!